Hiyoko rubbed the spot on her shirt where the button would have been as she looked at Akira now, an old lady taught him? What neko in their right mind would go through the trouble to teach a black cat how to sew? Or rather who in their right mind would approach him? Hiyoko had never heard of a thing as she folded her arms across her chest and her tail puffed up, "Who was this neko who taught you how to sew?" she asked as she raised an eyebrow at him, looking at him and at the button.