Kikuya couldn't help but also laugh at the idea of Makoto in little booties. Then again, she was the one who would have to deal with the kitty once she took the booties off. Probably be scratched in the face or something. If it was her hands, that was one thing. The sensation was close to gone that it truly didn't matter if he attacked them or not. Makoto, on the other hand, was anything but amused. With his head on the floor, his blue eyes flickered between the two of them with apathy. Ha ha.... Very funny...
"You so cute with-ah booties!" Kikuya smiled. Yeah, her familiar was very much not convinced of that. Shaking her head, she looked back to Whisper. The idea of Whisper finishing some more dresses by the weekend made her beam. It was perfect! Smiling in approval, Kikuya tilted her head to the side and replied. "Weekend-ah sound goodu. Meet-ah amateuru one. She deserve-ah amateuru." Kikuya, on the other hand, deserved someone like Whisper. A supermodel for the super designer, so to speak. They could feed off of one another and be fabulous together. Well, Whisper was going to be the only one literally feeding, but what did Kikuya care? She was getting a live male to play around with. Now she only had to figure out was what to do with his blood.