Aah. Was that a no, then? Yumi's ears drooped a bit, expecting a refusal, a denial, but what she heard instead sounded like a - reluctant - confirmation. Her ears perked back up, more of surprise than anything else, and one yokai watched the other retreat into her bedroom once more.

Miyuki sounded rather discontent about the situation, but the priestess was just glad the black fox was going through with it. She listened with an apologetic smile for no one in particular as Miyuki thumped and grumbled in her room, only for the woman to emerge in not much more. She'd added white socks and-

Wh-.. she owns something like that? That color? Someone must have given it to her a long time ago. Yumeiko wondered vaguely at what their fate had been, but thought it best not to dwell.

"Miyuki," Yumeiko was VERY careful not to laugh, "those, ah, feet-things - those ones are commonly called 'flip-flops', because of the sound they make" focus, "mn, those ones-... why don't we go have a look at some of the other things you've got?"

Gods, did those wanna-be sandals not go with the rest of her anything. Yumeiko took Miyuki's hand as she passed her, and led her back to her bedroom.

Before she started diving into specific items, this time, she [i]did[/i] openly look Miyuki over, but it was less a roving eye and more an assessment. There was something she had to address, as well.

"... Miyuki. How do you," she paused. She had invited Miyuki to explore the ship, but that put them in a position. "To mortal eyes, we're similar, right?" Her eyes were turned aside as she pieced together what she wanted to say, before they lifted to look into the other's, "how do you want to present yourself?"