[ Would the gold bring out the grids of Tachikawa's mochi grill eyes? Something to experiment with in the near future.

Izumi crosses the street with Chihiro at his side as bidden, pleased that chatting has made the walk go faster. The way she's talking, she seems more into the idea of clothes shopping than him (because he'd honestly just grab what's on the top if it were up to him). ]

Oh? Does that mean you're gonna find me an outfit?

Considering the humidity right now, though, being warm isn't that big of a deal.