<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/kCO6g7j.jpg)</div>Mitsuki had a good long soak. It could<em>almost</em>be said that they were waiting for everyone else to leave before they actually removed themselves from the bath when left entirely alone. They'd chat and joke with the conversation that went around without actually adding much to the exchange of information and when able slink back off to their room to breath deeply and go about the somewhat involved process of making themselves up.<br/><br/>The androgynous Yasuki's opinion on presentation was a little different than those of more courtly persuasion, choosing to lighten rather than paint on the color of their face and etch on their eyebrows without using the heavily black paints some might use, subtly shading at the eyes and lips that could darken or brighten depending on how the light hit them. It was halfway between a heavily painted woman and half the chance of a double-take on whether it was simply a very attractive face with no make up on at all. At least, that's what they like to tell themselves.<br/><br/>The kimono they had bought earlier today after having haggled through the market for the finest one they could find, a formal tsukesage (http://imgur.com/Wk8xXwG), cream in color with yellow and gold ferns sprouting from the bottom hem and the right sleeve. Enough to make an impression but in no way threatening to overshadow what an imperial spouse would be wearing. By the Kami that would be a disaster! The Haori jacket with prominant shoulders they'd wear over it was a deep blue to accent the cream and yellow colors, the Mon of the Yasuki family plainly displayed one either side of the chest just offset from the underarm.<br/><br/>Putting their hair up and holding it place with some bangles and pins, they'd march into the main hall with a fan in one hand and a smug expression on their face, they were soon happily greeting the nearest of the guests and eyeballing everyone else. Hida Kazuhiro and Asahina Reiko both got a little wiggle of Mitsue's pinky finger and a subtle grin behind her fan in candid greeting as the crab courtier passed them by playfully fluttering their accentuated eyelashes at the both of them as if sharing some deep secret from their time in the baths for whatever reason. They kept jovially mingling till they eventually brought themselves over to the aging Yasuki Arinori.<br/><br/>Knees fell to the floor and they scooped what loose portions of the kimono silk that were under them to sit properly as they sat on the back of their feet and fanned themselves over dramatically. "Yoooi. Ojiisan, was the trip as long for you as it was for me? Those market stalls outside are pretty hard bargainers. I think I got the better of the deal though." she'd half shift her shoulder around inside the kimono and while she had used the term for 'grandpa' to a 30 year old it<em>was</em>a little lewd of a gesture even if their shoulder was completely covered. They'd also not introduced themselves before talking, though with how they positioned themselves with respect and even kept their head a little lower than his it was at least somewhat an attempt at levity rather than a disrespect.