Painting pictures with my mind

[plum_that_snaps]

Who: Hinamori Momo (plum_that_snaps) and Kuchiki Byakuya (soul_scatter)
When: Tuesday, April 10, evening
Where: An art gallery in Sector 3
Summary: Two shinigami share their taste in art.
Warnings: None!

Hinamori flipped over the glossy, full color postcard announcing the opening of a new exhibition at a small art gallery catering to young, emerging artists in the Port. Exhibition open all day. Reception, 6-8pm. It looked like precisely the sort of thing she would like to go to. She liked art, perhaps more than she let on, and it was a chance to get out and see more of the city. It seemed like it would be a nice affair, cultured but not too high-brow or elitist.

She decided to wear some of the more casual clothes she had bought since arriving in the Port, figuring that her shinigami hakama would make her stand out far more than she wanted. As she came downstairs, she saw Captain Kuchiki at the kitchen table, buried in papers. She just looked at him for a while. He worked so hard. A little absent-mindedly, at times, but really dedicated to his work and his students. She admired that.

Hinamori approached him cautiously. "Captain... Kuchiki? I... don't know if you're interested, but I was going to go out and see this exhibition tonight. It's for a showing of up-and-coming artists in the Port, at a gallery over in Sector Three? I would be glad for some company, if you'd like to join me." She thought perhaps he could use a break from work, and she did always prefer spending time with others to being alone.

Comments

[soul_scatter]

Students were idiots. However, incinerating the papers wouldn't allow him to fail all of them in a fiery conflagration of self-righteous saving of Japanese poetry.

His eyebrow ticked at the rather interesting use of Japanese the student had used. Why? Why did they hate him so? First that fiasco on his birthday (which, thankfully, had been kept very quiet) then Valentine's, and now... this. Sighing, he thought about getting himself some more tea and was surprised there was still tea in his cup. Cold tea. Yuck.

Hinamori came into the kitchen, and he looked up when she began to speak. Art exhibition? A chance to clear his mind from - a glance down... "I would be honored." Because if he thought about what he'd just read, his brain would leak out his ears and run away. Possibly taking Senbonzakura with it, since the sword was putting in his opinion of the student's work.