sirenspull_logs | It's what I want that's easy

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It's what I want that's easy

Who: Hinamori Momo (

ibreakrules), and Hitsugaya Toushirou (

icy_heavens)
When: Saturday, March 31st, Morning
Where: 22 Keene Lane, Sector 4, at a garage sale
Summary: Hinamori goes thrift-hunting and meets a bishop.
Warnings: None!

The garage sale was much bigger than Hinamori had anticipated. Furniture, clothing, toys, electronics and what seemed like an endless amount of bizarre unidentifiable knick-knacks were scattered in an incredibly haphazard fashion across a sprawling yard. Hinamori hardly knew where to start. She could teach these people a thing or two about planning.

Some of the other shoppers were like her, looking for a few things in particular but in no hurry to find them. Others seemed desperately competitive, hunting for bargains like their lives depended on them. Hinamori tried to avoid these ones, as they seemed likely to glare or start a fight if she encroached too closely on their space.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a small dresser that looked like exactly what she was looking for. Hinamori started towards it, but before she could get there, she felt herself being shoved aside. "A-ah!" she cried, stumbling and starting to fall. She threw her hands out wildly for something, anything to grab onto. (Given the precarious piling of some of the items near her, this could end quite badly.)

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"This much stuff scattered all over the place? It's like asking for someone to just walk in and steal it. Besides, I don't know anyone who would even want half of this."

Frau wasn't one to look on the bright side too often. He enjoyed laughing at or criticizing or putting down far better.

There was a disapproving frown when Frau mentioned stealing. Hinamori realized, of course, that people stole, but only someone—how should she put it... dishonest, perhaps?—would even think of that as an option. Not that she thought Frau was dishonest; he was only being realistic, and yet she couldn't help but frown.

"Well, I admit I'm a little hazy on what... some of these things are supposed to be, but— they must have some purpose, right?" She wanted to believe that all these things had a purpose, because otherwise... why were they here? Why would someone put the effort into making something if it wasn't meant to be used? It was such a lamentable waste of talent and time...

"I don't know. There are a lot of things here that I've never seen before."

And for the most part he didn't really care to find out what they were or what they did either. He wouldn't have minded a little bit more from home, specifically one thing in particular. Chances of getting that were slim to none, so he's stopped getting his hopes up over it.

"Take this, for example," she said, picking up an item from the pile. "Someone obviously put a lot of careful handiwork into..." She paused, turning the item over and racking her brain for an answer. Her face became more and more puzzled. Then she laughed. "All right, I suppose you're right. I... don't have a clue what this is." In all honesty, it looked like a hand-crocheted Snuggie for a giant centipede. Except that several of the armholes connected to each other, and... it seemed to have a handle.

She looked at Frau with an apologetic smile on her face. "All I was looking for was a kotatsu and a set of drawers. I saw one over there, but..." She turned to look towards the dresser she had seen earlier. "It looks like it's gone."

"Of course I'm right."

He smirked at his own victory. It wasn't like he'd doubted what he'd said for a second though. He knew he was right without question.

"A what?"

Frau had no idea what a kotatsu was, though at least he knew where a set of drawers meant. That was easy enough to understand and pretty consistent across worlds.

"A...oh, sorry. It's a little table that you can sit around, but it has a heater underneath it for when it gets cold. You put a blanket over it and all put your legs underneath, and it's... cozy." She smiled and closed her eyes, fondly remembering times with friends spent huddling around hers. "I had one back home, but I haven't seen one here. I suppose... maybe I could make my own..."

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Frau picked up on what seemed like slight nervousness and made a mental note not to scare her too much. He didn't like to scare girls, and this one seemed like she needed a light hand. That was fine.

He listened silently to her explanation and smiled slightly. It actually did sound kind of nice. He wouldn't have thought so if she'd mentioned the sitting around it with friends part though.

"Ah, I see. Don't think I've seen anything like that around here."

"That's all right. I suppose I really just wanted to get out and see things, anyway." She had been job-hunting, and had met up with a few friends since arriving in the city, but she hadn't really gone sight-seeing. Not like she wanted to.

Frau chuckled softly.

"I've been here awhile, and I'm still doing that."

Whenever he had free time he was out wandering around the city, though his reasoning was more than just taking in the sights. It wasn't a reason he mentioned though. That was best hidden as far down as possible.

"Maybe we can do it together?" It was always more fun to see things with friends. "I'm Hinamori, by the way."

"Frau."

He gave her a simple nod in greeting instead of the more typical nice to meet you.

"Where have you been to so far?"

"Frau..." She committed the name to memory. "It's a pleasure to meet you."

"I've hardly been anywhere. I only arrived a couple of weeks ago. I've been to some of the business sectors job-hunting, and a cafe over by the baseball field—the one where Newcomers arrive—and an ice cream shop in Sector 3—did you know they have avocado-flavored ice cream?—and a few parks over in Sector 5, near where I live now. But a city like this probably has lots of museums, and probably some really impressive local history sites, and restaurants to try—there's probably all sorts of exotic recipes I've never even heard of here—and I've heard there are vampires, and werewolves, and witches, and aliens here, although it would probably be terribly rude to just gawk, but... there's so much here to see!"

This is a girl who can chatter when she wants to.

Frau was a little taken aback by the sudden stream of commentary, but he just let it go and listened. Or at least halfway listened.

"Probably... the place itself is pretty different. I know of a lot of restaurants and cafes, and I know there are definitely people who fit different categories."

He'd spent most of his early time visiting every cafe and diner at least once. First things first. He had to find good food.

Hinamori had invited him along if he were up at the time, claiming this yard sale to be a great place to pick up some furniture she needed for a good price. Of course, he'd been asleep earlier this morning, so it seemed that she'd gone ahead without him. Which was fine.

But now that he was awake, he figured that he ought to go help her out. She was getting furniture. She'd probably klutz it up and break things without help.

Hitsugaya's sense of direction still wasn't what it should have been, but being able to sense reiatsu made up for a lot -- and Hinamori's was easily the most familiar to him, when she didn't take measures to cover it up.

He was so focused on her reiatsu, however, that he failed to noticed the presence of . . . one of those people whose names he'd forgotten. So he wound up popping out of virtually nowhere behind Hinamori like he always did.

"Find anything yet?"

Proper greeting? What does he need that for?

Hinamori literally jumped. It was a standard panic reaction—get as far away from the thing behind you as possible. However, it tumbled her straight forward... into Frau. Which was good, because if he hadn't been there, she might have ended up on the concrete. Or worse... buried underneath one of those piles of unidentifiable things.

"Ah, Frau, I'm sorry," she apologized, trying to extricate herself from him. "H-Histugaya-kun! How many times do I have to ask you not to do that?" This, too, was a standard reaction. Hinamori didn't really expect him to stop. She might have thought there was something wrong with him if he did. But it was a old script with them; him, hovering silently nearby while she played with friends until he got close enough to scare the pants off of her, and her scolding him angrily for his antisocial behavior despite being glad to see him.

When Hinamori had tumbled into him Frau had wrapped an arm around her easily to keep her from landing flat on her face. He hadn't been remotely surprised by Hitsugaya's sudden appearance. Or, he was surprised, but not to the point of fear. He was more surprised that they knew each other.

"Frostbitty doesn't listen to anyone."

Nevermind that Hitsugaya took a critical look at where Frau's hand caught her. The idiot was a lech; he remembered that much. But it was in an innocent place, so he left it alone.

And just frowned up at him like always. "Neither do you, considering I constantly have to tell you to quit calling me that."

But then his look turned to Hinamori and his expression calmed a little, involuntarily. "After all these years, I'd think you'd be less jumpy about this."

Of course, it wouldn't be as fun if she stopped leaping up in surprise and scolding him. Though had he sensed anyone else around, he wouldn't have done this; it wasn't one of his most mature habits.

Hinamori looked at Frau, and then back at Hitsugaya, and then back of Frau. She found herself hesitating because they seemed to be at odds with one another, and yet, at present, both of them fell into her "friends" category. (Sure, Frau was a newly-made one, but until she had reason to believe otherwise, he was there.) She didn't know which one to defend.

She decided to go for a safe response. "Do you two... know each other?"

"I don't pretend to think that I do listen to people. Why would I?"

And he didn't. Frau did his own thing all the time. It was why he ended up in so much trouble with the people at the church. As for Hitsugaya being concerned about showing he was mature, he shouldn't have worried. Frau was the last person to care about something like that. In fact, he still acted very much like a kid himself most of the time. It didn't bother him in the least either. Other people could think what they wanted.

He released Hinamori when he was sure she was stable enough on her own two feet and answered her question.

"Yeah."

He just shrugged at the question after Frau answered it. The man was annoying as hell, but Hitsugaya didn't hate him or anything. Why put Hinamori on edge more than he had to?

"It's fine." But they were getting off subject. He wasn't deliberately trying to avoid conversation, but hey. He'd showed up for a reason -- even if part of that reason was just to spend more time with Hinamori. "As I was saying: find anything yet? If so, I might as well be the one to bring it back for you; hell knows you'd probably be clumsy with it and break something on your own."

There was no anger or irritation in his tone; particularly percptive people would recognize that he was teasing. His overall posture was more relaxed than what Frau would have become accustomed to seeing. Hitsugaya was just unconsciously more at ease in mundane situations when Hinamori was around.

She started to nod happily, then paused. Actually, no. The dresser had disappeared, hadn't it? And then Hitsugaya had to go and point out her clumsiness- in front of a new friend, no less. "I would not! I brought a cart to carry things on and rope and everything! I came prepared!" Nevermind that she had "come prepared" intending to compensate for any clumsiness on her part.

Frau wasn't overly perceptive, but he was good enough to pick up on the fact that there was something between Hitsugaya and Hinamori. They were, at least, good friends. In fact, they sort of reminded Frau of Teito and Hakuren. It was kind of fun to watch actually. This was just too perfect to let go by.

"You'd probably get flattened by it."

Whether he was talking about Hinamori or Hitsugaya wasn't clear, but it could have gone for either one of them.

He just let her shout at him. Why interrupt?

"Eh. You'd have still found a way to be a klutz about it. You're creative that way."

In a battle, Hinamori could keep her feet under her just fine. But for some reason, that skill didn't seem to transfer into everyday life. Sometimes, he was amazed she could climb stairs.

That comment about being flattened? His answer would be just as ambiguous. "Tch. As if I'd let it."

It was only intense, intense focus and concentration that allowed Hinamori to keep proper form in battle. Although even with that, she still preferred keeping her distance in a fight. Hand-to-hand combat, with or without a sword, was not her forte. And just as in this case, she could always compensate for any lack of grace on her part with enough planning.

Hinamori's clumsiness came from her general lack of self-awareness. She always put others first, before even the urgings and sensations of her own body. The world around her was far more important than the management of her limbs. She would have forgotten them entirely at times, had they not been attached.

"That's not very nice, Frau," she said sternly. "No one's getting flattened by anything."

"And for your information"—speaking now to Hitsugaya—"no, I haven't found anything yet. There was a cute dresser over there, but it's gone now. And no one around here seems to know what a kotatsu is, or even have a properly sized table." Although the garage sale owners' sense of taste was impressively eclectic, they were apparently not huge fans of traditional Japanese culture.

"Who said I was trying to be nice?"

Frau? Nice? Really? That just wasn't his style. He was nice to women all the time, but in front of Hitsugaya he wasn't going to be showing too much of that kindness. Plus, Hinamori wasn't the type of girl he would flirt with. Contrary to popular belief, Frau didn't just go after anyone with boobs, though it was a near thing.

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