“Alright, Hisao. Remember, silk sells for 15 dubloons a roll, cotton for 8. Dyes depend on the color, blue is 12, yellow is 11, red 11, green 13--- Hey! Are you listening?”
 
Nomiya grabs Hisao’s ear, distracting him from the flash of pink he saw. “A good merchant never forgets his wares. You just need practice ignoring-” Nomiya cuts himself short looks out into the crowd, “the locals.”
    “It’s okay though, I know how it is. I was young once too. You just need practice. Here, looks like you need a break. I’ll write it down for you.”
    Nomiya walks briskly back inside, muttering to himself and searching for spare pen and paper.
    [insert actual plot here about Nomiya that sets up everything else [too lazy huheuheuueheu]]
 
    With his list in hand, and supplies on his back, Hisao sets off, hoping for a good day in the market. He begins sets up his stand on the waterside market, and looks out to port. ‘There’s a new ship in today, it seems different than the usual ships.’ Leaving it and listening to the general humdrum of the port, he relaxes, expecting a slow day.
    After getting a few sales, the pink hair from earlier suddenly shows up again. ‘There’s no missing that hair.... Oh. There’s a face too. She’s coming towards me.’
    Coming is a very light term for what she was doing. Barely standing, the girl treats the market like a drunken ballroom, Crashing into people like dance partners. Eventually, it was Hisao’s turn. Instead of his body, his stall takes the honor for him.
    A loud crash and yell ensues, as the girl falls, taking all of Hisao’s goods with her. Silks wrapped around her wantonly, she quickly hops back up, unsteady.
“Wahahahaha~ S-sorry! *hic* I think I’ve been taking our leave a bit too seriously! Oh *hic* Excuse me, how unlady-like!  I don’t think I’ve introduced myself yet! I’m Misha~! *hic* How are you?”
 
Her clothes, mixed erroneously with the silks made for a amusing sight. It was it’s own tornado of colors: the royal blues of the silks mixed in the hard pink of her hair; the deep greens of her shirt in tandem with the yellows of the cotton draped over it. Stifling a laugh, Hisao responds “And I’m Hisao, You definitely jolted me back awake, with that entrance. Need any help?”
 
“Of course not! A true lady can help herself.” Misha lifts her hands, almost as if they were talking for her. “It may of not been a graceful entrance, but I am a lady of statur-- *hic*”
 
The clothes draped over her arms did Hisao in. Bursting into laughter, Hisao