A request.

A little bird told him there was a market for costumes in the villainous side of town and he wasn't only out after that little niche, oh no no no. That would be far too easy for his liking, he had to take his ambitions a step further and make them fashionable with a great deal of functionality. Extra details wouldn't be mere flare only, they would have some sort of functionality working in tandem with the wearer's quirk. Now was the time to explore his market and lucky for him, someone was on the look out for a costume in the underground. Remaining beneath the radar was ideal, so he made certain to continue making little to no splashes that would bring him negative attention.

Although he was a social butterfly, more than willing to spread his wings and show off his colorful personality of sorts, he wasn't afraid to rip some wings off when the price was right. There were a handful of people who played a permanent vanishing act, much like a cheating spouse going out to buy some milk and never coming back. In a way, at least he was friendly enough to talk to and that would help him with garnering customers of all sorts. His best work would be for his circle, so to speak, but he would still provide quality to those who were willing to pay the right price. Oh yes, his fellow villains were undoubtedly his target market, but he wasn't going to discriminate against anyone who approached him over it either!

Speaking of, there was a fellow here who went under the title of Crimson Reaper who was in need of his future services. First things first, he had to know more about this guy's quirk, what he did and his preferred styles...but these things weren't something he wanted to garner the details of over a chat. Initiate the deal, meet em' in the flesh and sort it out from there. Kozue Ito had to be mindful of every track and trace he left, doing what he could to avoid leaving a little trail of bread crumbs to the wrong little birds. This metallic man was going to break the mold of his boring life by making a brand for himself.

It would always be fresh and beat bouncing between cities for the sake of keeping the cash flowing in, that's for sure! This wasn't to say that he hated Tokyo City, quite the opposite with how many interesting folks he'd been meeting during his time here, but he used to mostly live in Musutafu. The coffee shop listed off to him was one he took time to look into, seeing if it was not only a legitimate business, but how good their stuff was. A cute little shop, one that apparently made a mean Irish coffee and they didn't stop there, either! There were other mixes outside of the ordinary and he was already throwing some kudos at this guy's taste!

As his heavy steps brought him on in, he wasn't about to run around in the get up he did dirty work in, nah. He kept it classy, but still covert enough that they wouldn't connect the dots over some extra ass guy running around in a flowy purple coat. That and this outfit had more of a Blackout vibe to it...plus it would make for a solid brand name, yessss. Oh ho...with how this place wasn't too full, he certainly couldn't help but feel like his client to be wasn't just some shmuck. With a big ol' smile, he ordered himself an Irish coffee since he'd been craving it after looking at all those nice pictures people posted up!

Paying up in cash with a wink and a smile, he figured it was a safe guess to see who this potential low key big wig was. Could be the musician for all he knew, there was once upon a time some chick with more to her than a set of vocals, so that was an option to explore as well. As those bright blue orbs glanced over the area, he figured the best educated guess was to settle on the red head, "Hey, quick question for ya~! Pretty weird, but hear me out, buddy~! If the lights went out. You know, like a blackout happened or somethin' and some reaper swooped in to take care'ah business as usual, do you think they'd be wearin' a crimson cloak or somethin' else?" His words were playfully abstract, but if this was the guy he'd been looking for, he'd prooooobably pick up on the verbal cues.

Swooping in to take a seat, he couldn't help put seem a little excited over this fit of seemingly random curiosity. He'd gauge his response to determine how much was to be spoken out loud...

It wasn't every day he found himself roaming into a place that was totally safe for criminals and villains alike to cruise around and about in the open. Oh no no, that's why he was a bit surprised when his confirmed-to-be client was there with a mask as though he'd been part of the masquerade of crime. Turns out he worked under the Kobayashi clan...interesting, very interesting. That meant he could get some kudo points if all went well with this guy's request and more importantly, stay in their good graces. All this time, he'd been making the effort to stay off or under the radar, so networking was a delicate and careful task.

They were a big honking freaking deal, the Kobayashi's...all tied to none other than the big cheese, Thundershock, who fell from the grace of first place thanks to Ishtar. See, when the riots were going on, he was one of those who laid low and avoided partaking in the festivities of who can make the most noise and bloodshed. That wasn't his speed, not one bit. "I see, good, good an' it's good t'be here! Man, but I gotta say, tryin' to think up riddles ain't my strongest suit!" Snickering at his own joke there, he took a sip of that delicious Irish coffee with a smirk, BUT DAMN NEAR CHOKED ON IT WHEN THE TINY LITTLE LIGHT CRITTER POPPED UP!

Gulping down his coffee, wide eyes as the man who called him over here today. Blinking a few times and tilting his head like hew was learning how to blend in with the owls or something, it turns out this lil Kama critter managed his quirk! Summons were always a strange, unpredictable sort of quirk. Not to say there weren't any mutation or emitter quirks that kept the metallic man on his toes, but summons had some sort of sentience in one way or another. Friendly or not, you never knew what you would get. Adjusting his posture, he felt kinda rude for staring, but it was actually pretty cool?

"Kama, ey? Well at least he's got your best interest in mind, gotta keep ya lookin' good...not like that's much'a challenge for ya~!" Saying those words with a wink n' finger gun, taking a sip of his coffee, he hoped it would ease the annoyance just a tad from their sudden visitor. Turning his attention to the old costume the Crimson Reaper had...he wasn't going to say out loud that he felt like he needed an update. Everyone had their own brand of style, but he set his cup down before inspecting the cloak, rubbing a piece of it between his fingers... "Lessee here...are ya lookin' for somethin' completely new or do ya want me to modify this? Some folks get a little sentimental with their costumes, others are lookin' for somethin' new..."

Without a doubt, he was already getting ideas that could find themselves going either way. "Either way, I feel like somethin' a little more form fitting might do ya some good...yeeeeeet keep a hint of that reaper aesthetic. Keepin' the front exposed for ya quirk, but maybe add a little more openings exposed so it's easier to gather light from more angles..." Part of him was also keeping in mind that this guy sounded like some variant of muscle. This was definitely much less the oh geez, I need to hunt down unique fabric, but more of a fashionably practical redesign...

Sure, the old costume had a strong intimidating factor, but if someone got too close to him in a fight? It would be a huge disadvantage...yet he absolutely wanted to keep this fear the reaper vibe! First things first though, the input from his client and manager!

Tough crowd, seemed like this guy was more the no nonsense sort and he'd need to roll more into being less of a goof and focus more on business, he guessed. Shame, a real shame that it was the case since jobs were more fun with spritzes of humor and laughter here and there. Ah well, when the redhead checked back into the conversation after returning from that was a terrible joke, don't quit your day job hiatus, they got back on task. Sweet, it looks like they had some sort of direction...and yikes, just a hoodie and some jeans? Everyone starts somewhere so this old costume of his was definitely an upgrade.

So let's see here...

Loose fitting, check.

Keep the hood, check.

Little ferret thing turning into this Crimson Reaper guy who was like a vagueblogger on social media, check!

What what?! This little guy could seriously shift that much? Okay, so good to know, another one for the mental note bracket and make sure that this manager of his stayed positive. That's right, he wasn't exactly sure how this quirk worked, but he wasn't interested in pissing this dude off to find out! Hell no, he'd rather learn as much as he could with their words like mature enough adults! Returning the bow while trying to shake off the look of surprise, the metallic fellow finished off his boozed up coffee and set the cup down as he listened.

So this was going to be more of a special fabric sort of job...great. Both in the ah fuck and fuck yeah department at the same exact time! See, if he could prove himself useful in accommodating this request, since after the demonstration on some ideas of their 3D printer styled quirk, Torture Light, the guy had to have his tattoos shown to some extent. That wouldn't do...not anymore once he figured out a way to get this fabric problem dealt with! Oooooh yeeeeaaaah, he was gonna take this challenge as an opportunity to make a name for himself!

"S'long as you're willing to have a follow up appointment or two with me, I'll make it happen. See, I gotta prepare samples to figure out which has the best results with your quirk." Oh yes, it was business man time! With a half shrug, he rapped his fingers against the table in thought. "Biggest problem I can see right now for ya havin' your tattoos exposed is if ya ever become a suspect an' that's what sells ya down the river." Scooting out from his chair with a sigh, he whipped out the sketch book and brought out a pencil.

Sketching the red head, he continued speaking with a bit of a serious air about his tone while working on a rough sketch to reference the guy's body. Front, back, left and right...not filling in the face area, oddly enough, "Those tattoos, ya said they're all over...so Kama, can ya demonstrate where exactly for me?" It was crucial to his work right now to figure out where the opening in the front should stop, yet keep the tattoo concealed as much as possible. Showing them the rough turn around sketch, he twirled the pencil between his fingers before tapping it upon the head and chest area. "Current idea's t'capture light and have it reflect into those tattoos of yours, tryin' ta redistribute the light efficiently."

Man, he really didn't wanna be that guy who had to make someone take off their shirt.......especially without getting a fancy dinner first! Haaaaah, nah but it was all strictly business in his head, still was fun to joke about in his head though! There was a chance that redistributing the light would work out just fine, but there was also the idea of playing fashion scientist dancing about in his head too...