Momo Hinamori (
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It's what I want that's easy
Who: Hinamori Momo (
plum_that_snaps), Frau (
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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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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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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."