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sirenspull_logs2012-04-01 03:36 pm
plum_that_snaps) wrote in sirenspull_logs2012-04-01 03:36 pm
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It's what I want that's easy
Who: Hinamori Momo (plum_that_snaps), Frau (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.)
plum_that_snaps), Frau (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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Frau had others though. Hitsugaya had run into Frau when he was up a tree before. While that had been high, it wasn't just the height that had drawn Frau to the tree.
"No. Not on my own. We have hawkziles were I'm from. It's how we get around. Unfortunately I don't have one here."
Frau was interrupted from further explaining what a hawkzile was, since he knew that was the next question, when their waiter returned with the food. Instead of continuing after the waiter had left, Frau just turned his attention to his meal.
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He supposed he should be thankful that the waiter didn't pat him on the head or something when he came back with the food. He'd had that happen before. His scowl was hit or miss on its success in reprimanding people like that.
He just went ahead with his own meal, taking a bite of the sandwich and determining it to be of adequate quality.
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"Well, anyway, I'm starving!" She started to unwrap her napkin eagerly, then stopped, her brow wrinkling. "Ah, excuse me," she called to the waiter. "Do you... have any chopsticks?" It wasn't that she had never eaten with Western utensils before. They were around, in Soul Society, as one of those imported things that you experiment with curiously and sometimes adopt when convenient. But she would feel much more at home with bamboo between her fingers.
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"I'm afraid not, young lady. Only forks and knives here."
It was one of the reasons why Frau was willing to eat at this place. He'd never used chopsticks before coming here, and his one attempt had turned out rather badly. He had absolutely no desire to try again.
Frau shook his head and focused his attention on Hitsugaya. The more he was getting to know Hinamori, the more he realized how all over the place she really was. Kind of like Teito, only in a not obnoxious type of way.
"You've got your hands full with her, don't you?"
It wasn't meant as a taunt or anything like that. It was simply a general laughed comment meant to be light.
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No censure. No eyerolling. Just a fact. It wasn't like they didn't have chopsticks at home.
Something in him twitched at that question from Frau. Wait. What the hell did he mean by that? Was he trying to imply something about the two of them, like people often did? He didn't need that, and neither did she.
He frowned for a moment, but opted for an answer that wouldn't create a scene. "She's focused when she needs to be."
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She side-eyed the both of them a little, irritated when they began to talk as though she wasn't right there next to them. But they weren't fighting, and neither one of them had actually said anything bad about her, so she decided to let it go and just try to enjoy her meal.
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And he wouldn't for a second. Just because someone was a handful didn't mean they couldn't hold their own when they needed to. It also didn't mean they couldn't save you from time to time. Teito had done both, though Frau would never admit the latter.
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"So how does it compare to things that Granny would make?"
Referring to her lunch, of course. If he'd been thinking about more than getting her mood back up, he might have been more careful about using such a childish term as 'Granny', but whatever. She mentally compared a lot of cooking to hers anyway.
Almost unconsciously, he pulled off a small chunk of his sandwich and handed it over to her. She liked to steal bits of his food when they ate together, even when they had the same thing. Might as well save her the trouble.
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"How's your—" She stopped when she realized what he had done. And laughed. "You didn't need to do that. ...I would have asked." But she popped the bite happily into her mouth anyway. "Ooh! Yours is really good too! They got the edges all crispy." As an afterthought, she added. "Thank you, Hitsugaya-kun."
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He was a bit surprised that Hitsugaya was being this open about how much he cared for Hinamori. At least, since he wasn't alone with her. Or maybe he just didn't notice it since most of his responses were probably so ingrained that he didn't realize he was doing anything different from usual.
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Around Hinamori, this was usual.
He just shrugged at Hinamori's reaction. "You're always stealing my food anyway, stupid. I might as well save you the trouble."
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She stabbed a piece of meat with her fork and twirled it before sticking it in her mouth, closing her eyes in bliss as she savored it. Then they opened again and she looked at Frau. "Oh, wait... You were telling us a—about flying! In a... ah, what did you call it? Hawk-something..."
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"Ah. A hawkzile. It's how we travel where I'm from. At least most of them time if you have a need to get from one district to another."
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Simple as that, really. Not that he would expect her to. That was half the fun of this friendship, calling out each other's strange little quirks and habits. Even if the teasing about his height would always bug him a little. Because he really wasn't that small -- nevermind everyone he knew was taller than him -- and he was working on it anyway.
He kept listening to the conversation with mild interest, but he didn't have anything to add at the moment.
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"I use logic." That was essentially the issue; he was the critical thinker between the two of them. There were times that he didn't get half the things she said.
He would have taken another bite, but Frau's sudden bout of laughter startled him out of it, and he frowned. "What?"
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Frau didn't. Or at least nothing more than general common sense in his book. Castor could be all analytical and evaluative. Frau stuck with his gut. Minus the part of his gut that the scythe had a firm grip on. He tried not to stick with that.
Hitsugaya's demand of what just caused Frau to laugh harder. The kid seemed to think that he could just force an answer out of Frau. No way in hell, but it was funny anyways.
"Nothing~"
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He liked dispassionate accuracy, most of the time. The world made more sense to him that way. Seeing things only the way you wanted to was dangerous. It was just the way his brain worked in general -- just not in absolutes. He wasn't a robot.
Why did he ever expect answers out of this idiot? Why? "Then stop it."
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"H-Hawkziles." She had to use more than her normal use of force to get the word out. This whole dynamic was throwing her off a little. "What do they look like?" Distract. Find a neutral topic. She could do this.
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"Don't want to."