#ask botan

Koenma is such a mean jerk!

Hmm. If I maybe found the right person to have some with. I'm a workaholic.

The clack of the heels on her loafs announces her before she appears around the corner, pushing the pavement beneath her feet brusquely to propel herself. Keiko's meeting ran over (because of course it did), which would explain the rate at which she's moving, and the frequency at which she checks her brown leather wristwatch. Her plaid wrap skirt billows slightly as she moves, hampered by the yellow cardigan hanging over its top. Beneath that she's got a dark blue polo tucked into the band of the skirt, a delicate necklace just peeking out beneath her collar. At least for Saturday meetings she could dress down, but not by much. Keiko exhales in relief as she reaches the shop's exterior, hand moving to clutch the strap of the large, brown satchel over-encumbered with papers to grade when she finally arrives home. She hadn't the time to switch purses before meeting with Botan. It doesn't worry her, but she's aware of the possibility of being scolded for working too hard or for too many hours. Not that Botan wasn't something of a workaholic herself, though more by necessity than choice, dependent on the ebbs in the waves of deaths she had to deal with. Pausing in front of the shop's window, her breathing slows as she gazes over the wild and colorful fits in the window. A window to her past, really, with neons and leg warmers and shoulder pads that could gouge a man's eye out. Keiko made the decision to theme the party after the decade of Yusuke's birth, which made finding proper clothes more difficult, but there was something for everyone on Mushiyori City. Whatever this store carries could round out the pieces she has at home for herself and her husband, and perhaps she and Botan could make a new fashion discovery, or, two, within its walls. @riverstyxbotan

Oh there are just so many to choose from. I do enjoy DIOR’S Miss Dior Blooming Bouquet. Smells like peony and roses.