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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Hinamori's disbelief was far more dramatic. "A b-bar's no place for a child!" But then her eyes went soft with sympathy. "Were... you an orphan? Is that why you ended up with the church?"

She took her little cart over to the side of the diner where it would be out of the way and placed a couple of binding kidou spells on it. There. Now no one would run off with it. She didn't think anyone would take it on purpose, but they might think it had been abandoned. And then what would she tell the nice lady across the street who she had borrowed it from?

"Yup. Bused tables, brought beer, harassed customers."

And generally got his ass kicked by his guardian when he sneaked out to steal hawkzile parts. He'd never really enjoyed working there, but that had more been because of his desire to fly than the job itself.

"The woman who looked after me owned the place. I ended up at the church for a different reason."

And one he wasn't going to go into no matter how much Hinamori asked. Yes, he'd been an orphan for most of his life and he'd been one of the orphans Bastien had looked after. Becoming an orphan wasn't what brought him to the church though. The war had. It was something Frau wouldn't share with anyone.

Instead of giving either of them a chance to ask more questions, he led the way into the little diner. It was generally quiet, with only a few tables. As Hitsugaya had hoped, it was clean and orderly. Plus, it carried a wide variety of homemade foods.

Well, Hinamori didn't tend to pry into sensitive subjects, so Frau was probably safe from her on that one. And Hitsugaya frankly didn't care much one way or the other. How he'd ended up orphaned and at the church was immaterial to him.

Clean and orderly was good. Now all that remained was to see if the staff were going to be patronizing fools about his age. He never knew how that was going to go at a new place. Unless he couldn't help it, Hitsugaya didn't make it a habit of frequenting places where he got treated like a little boy. He preferred to avoid that kind of aggravation.

They probably made an interesting sight to begin with, the three of them. They were almost close enough in visual age to be taken for siblings; or a babysitter with two charges. (Best to avoid comparisons with that one.)

But Hinamori was primarily concerned with the smells. Bread, and meat frying, and onions... "Mmmmmmmm," she said, inhaling deeply. "Let's eat!"

She bounced eagerly over to a booth by the window and slid in, picking up a menu. "Any recommendations, Frau?"

"The hamburgers are good, so is the barbecue something sandwich, and some chicken thing with bacon and other stuff."

Noticing the trend here? Pretty much anything that had meat in it was on Frau's recommended list. It was one of the benefits of not living at the church anymore. There was nobody here to yell at him for eating things he wasn't supposed to be. Plus, he didn't have to try to hide it.

He sat down beside Hinamori. Of course. "Specific, aren't you?"

Not that he cared. That was what menus were for. He'd learned to tolerate a greater variety of food since he'd been in this city, especially considering how Maya dragged him around so often. A little fact that meant he was avoiding hamburgers. Like any sane person, he got tired of them after a while.

He looked over the menu almost like he would a mission report. Probably far too serious-looking, but that was basically how he always looked. It wasn't like he could help it.

Hinamori giggled at that. "Hmmm... I— oh, wow, there are a lot of choices, aren't there." She perused the menu. It was mostly unfamiliar to her, which was exciting but also a bit intimidating. "What are you getting, Sh—Hitsugaya-kun?" As always, she was more interested in what others wanted than what she was going to get herself, and she figured she could use all the input she could get.

Frau picked up on the start of a different word when Hinamori had addressed Hitsugaya and couldn't help being a little bit interested. He wasn't sure what the word was supposed to be, but Grell had called Hitsugaya something earlier. What had it been? Sheer something? Shiro? Ah, that was it. Shiro-chan. So this is who he'd gotten it from.

He smiled and grabbed his own menu without a word. The beaming would likely worry Hitsugaya more than any comment would. At least he hoped.

He winced a little when he heard the beginnings of Shirou-chan. Oh hell, not in public, not around someone who teased him already . . .

Phew. She stopped herself. But Frau was smiling. Nothing good ever came from that. Hitsugaya eyed that smile warily before getting back to the menu.

... Wow, there were a lot of messy things on here. Those got ruled out immediately. He didn't eat like that. At least not in public. Besides, how healthy could it all be? He watched what he put into his body when he didn't have Maya sad-eying him into eating burgers.

"Probably the grilled chicken sandwich."

"Mmmm. That sounds good. But I think I'm more in the mood for beef..." She scanned the menu until she found something that looked appealing. "Grilled vegetables, carrots, peppers, mushrooms and onions with sliced sirloin steak. Your choice of sauce or dressing."

She gave a friendly little wave to catch the waiter's eye and call him over. "Do you know what you want, Frau?"

"Steak and potatoes. They have these fried ones that are like sticks that I really like."

French fries didn't exist where Frau was from, and he'd found out quite quickly that he rather liked them.

"I'll probably get the cole slaw too."

He avoided vegetables like the plague now. Since that was about all he ate at home, he had very particular tastes when it came to veggies. Nothing could come anywhere close to Labrador's. Most of the edible flower meals served at the church didn't exist here either, so he stuck with the meat since it was his favorite food, and he couldn't have it at home.

He looked up when Hinamori waved the waiter over. And had to stop himself from grinding his teeth a little when the man led off with:

"Hey there. What can I get you kids?"

Damn it, he was not a kid. Hinamori wasn't a kid. And he somehow doubted that anyone would mistake Frau for a kid. Perhaps he was being oversensitive, but he just hated hearing that word used in reference to him. It was inaccurate and demeaning. The fact that most people weren't doing it on purpose didn't make it any better.

But beyond his usual flat look, he didn't show his irritation. "I'll have the grilled chicken sandwich."

"Ah, the grilled salad, please," Hinamori said, pointing it out on the menu for the waiter to see. "Thank you!"

She hardly needed to wait for everyone to finish ordering to start the conversation up again. "Did you ever say where it is you work, Frau? Here, I mean, as a... bouncer?" That word was such a funny one. She knew what it meant, but the mental images it conveyed were more hilarious than anything else. She imagined Frau bouncing around a bar in his best imitation of a bunny, and smiled, though she didn't share the thought. "I didn't hear it if you did."

Frau grinned when he noticed Hitsugaya's reaction to the greeting. It was another reason why he'd chosen the place, though only a minor one. He kept his laughter in check though and simply ordered his own meal before adding one more thing. He couldn't help himself.

"I'm sure neither one of these two would mind some crayons either."

The waiter glanced between Hinamori and Hitsugaya and just shrugged.

"Sure. I'll see what I can do."

That said, he walked away, Frau grinning at his back the entire time. Teasing Hitsugaya would never get old, and it was just so easy! He kept half an eye on the other man while he answered Hinamori's question.

"Ah, Purgatory. It's a bar and nightclub in sector five."

Okay, that was about the last thing he'd have expected to hear at a restaurant. It took his brain a moment to process it, and thus he missed his window to protest. Damn it, Frau.

And there was so much scowling in his direction. "Don't you ever get tired of this?"

Privately, he would entertain the thought of cramming the stupid crayons down Frau's throat. He'd have said something more to that effect, but Hinamori was here, and he didn't feel like being scolded for sounding so violent.

"Crayons?" Hinamori just blinked for a moment. "Ah, no, that's not really necessary!" She tried to call out after the waiter, but he was already in conversation with another table.

"I can't believe he didn't even question... I thought I was starting to look older..." She looked sternly at Frau. "You shouldn't do things like that! Now he's going to take the trouble of getting those, over a silly joke. And we're n-not children! We might even be older than you!"

Now he had two bitty shinigami up in arms. It was just Frau's lucky day, wasn't it.

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"Nope. Never get tired of it at all."

He flashed Hitsugaya a beaming smile, not at all concerned with his irritation. Frau wasn't really concerned with Hinamori's either. It wasn't like he didn't already know that Hitsugaya and Hinamori were likely older than he was. Frau, in all honestly, wasn't really all that old himself.

"You probably are, which means I can also tease you about being old geezers. I'll need to keep that in mind, huh, Frostbitty?"

Frankly, Hitsugaya found it more offensive that Frau didn't care about how Hinamori felt about this. Himself? Sure, it was annoying, but his feelings were secondary to hers.

"Or maybe you could knock it off altogether."

No, he didn't expect that statement to make any difference. But it had to be said. And nevermind that both he and Hinamori were very much youngsters as far as shinigami went. 'Old geezers', indeed. Tch.

"Well, if we're old geezers, then that means you have to listen to us and do what we say." This might have been a very good argument, if Frau had cared about authority the way Hinamori did.

That was a laugh. Frau skirted authority like the plague. He tried to pay the least bit of attention to it as possible, really only watching to know when he was safe to do whatever the hell he wanted. Even with Bastien, Frau didn't really listen. He'd been pinned to the wall by a bascule more than once when he was a kid.

"Heh, why would I do that?"

Hitsugaya could have joined in arguing about this, but to be honest, he didn't really feel like it. Arguing this with Frau wasn't going to get anywhere and he knew it.

So instead, he actually opted to tease Hinamori a bit. "To be fair, that logic never got me to listen to you, either."

Besides, she argued with and yelled at him all the time, in spite of their respective ranks. He knew that in a more dire situation, she'd be more receptive, but still.

That's because he wasn't really a captain to her. He was, and probably always would be, Hitsugaya-kun.

But now they were ganging up on her. That wasn't fair. "Yes, but... it should."

Luckily, she was saved from having to defend her position by the waiter returning with crayons and placemats. "You r-really don't have to—" she said as he placed them down in front of her and Hitsugaya. But she looked at the little box of crayons and couldn't help but open it a little. "Oh! These are brand new. They're... nice."

Hinamori appreciated quality drawing tools when she saw them. Crayons, despite being associated with children, had a lovely texture that were just right for certain colorings. And this set had an interesting shade of blue that she hadn't seen before.

Frau was slightly surprised that Hitsugaya had sided with him, though he knew that it wasn't really what had happened. Still, it was amusing. He really did have a good relationship with this girl.

When the waiter brought over the crayons, Frau flashed him a bright, thankful smile. Not only would it be fun to watch Hitsugaya with them, but Frau wouldn't mind stealing them for himself at some point. Aside from coloring, they could make good projectiles. Either the whole crayon or pieces of the wrapper would do. Or, hey, he could always make spitballs.

In all honesty, if she ever started using his title seriously with him, he'd wonder what the hell was wrong with her. She wasn't supposed to do that. It just wasn't how things worked with the two of them, and as irritated as he acted about that, he honestly didn't want it to change.

He couldn't help the angry twitch when the crayons and placemats came. Goddamn it. He was not using these. Instead, he just pushed his over in Hinamori's direction as nonchalantly as he could. The extra crayons were redundant, but whatever. She liked this kind of thing.

"Here. You're the more artistically inclined one, anyway."

Nevermind his ice sculptures, all right? Totally not relevant at all.

"That's not true. You do lots of things artistically." She'd always thought he fought artistically, for one. There was a certain grace in the calm, collected way he approached things.

She smirked playfully. "Rangiku-san says you do paperwork like it was an art form." Taking one of the crayons out of the box, she smoothed out the paper in front of her and started to draw. "And you do have your ice sculptures. I... really like those."

"Do you do any art, Frau? Or have a hobby?"

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Frau can do most of the waiter NPCing? Seeing as this is one of his haunts?

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Aye aye!

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