Eventually.
But wearing something like that under proper, formal attire... kind of fun. Kind of exciting. And the only ones who will know are the ones I want to know...
...
And whoever does my laundry.
Note to self: Do own laundry.
The youngest samurai on the island (so far as she could tell), Yukari was, well... excitable.
Focus.
She had no garden as of yet, and hadn't wanted to drag some poor bonsai tree with her, so she was a bit limited, but...
But I should make something for Kaiu-sama.
She frowned. She wasn't sure the Crab would appreciate anything she might make, but...
Maybe I can make... yes!
She reached for a piece of paper from her modest supply and started folding.
She worked carefully, wasting nothing in her effort to produce...
Not bad, but it needs something... aha!
She used the edge of another piece of paper to fashion a small hammer and fit it into one of the pincers, then got her ink and brush and carefully painted a serviceable Kaiu Mon onto its back.
There. Maybe it'll at least give her a chuckle...
She blew the ink dry, then took stock of her paper, her paints, her thread...
I need to pace myself, though...