Day 36: Arts & Crafts Room

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Momo was both relieved and disappointed to discover that she would not be receiving another visit from Aizen this week. She was happy that she would not have to go through another bout of doubting herself and getting answers she didn't understand to the questions she had. She was sad, though, that she wouldn't get to see him again, just to feel that comforting presence he has. She had accepted that he was doing very evil things and that she'd unknowingly helped him, but... he was still her captain. He was still Aizen-sama.

Since she wasn't to have a visitor, her nurse gave the option of the vice captain choosing what room to spend the next shift in. Given her injuries, the nurse suggested she stay in the Sun Room, but Momo declined. Now that she had time, she wanted to draw... to create something, especially since she had taken the Noah's life the previous night. Her nurse acquiesced and lead the shinigami to the room.

Momo was moving slowly because of her torso, but also so she could adjust to the new blind spot on her left. She was fairly sure she was doing well enough since neither Fai nor Hanatarou had noticed. Granted Fai hadn't been feeling well himself, but Hanatarou was of the 4th; he should have noticed. Then again, the other shinigami had barely looked at her their entire meal. Maybe she could continue to hide her handicap. The last thing she needed was whomever was planning retaliation upon her for Rhode's death (most likely the other Noah) to learn that she was half-blind.

The shinigami was disappointed to discover that not only did they not have a canvas and easel for her to properly paint on, but they only had finger paints, claiming the brushes were too dangerous... that she could accidentally poke an eye out. Had she the energy, she would have considered smacking the nurse for the bad joke. There was a large white board with various colored markers that she could use, though. It made little sense - markers were okay but a paint brush wasn't? Maybe she'd just make her own brush by cutting off a small piece of her hair and tying it to the end of a pen.

An idea quickly thwarted by the plastic scissors. Sure, if she worked at it she could cut her hair with them, but it's take too long and probably draw the attention of the nurse since there was no one else in the room. Sighing, the shinigami set the finger paints down on the table with some larger pieces of cardboard, next to her journal. Maybe she'd...

Her attention returned to the white board. Picking up a yellow marker, she uncapped it and stared at the board for a long moment before she started to sketch, not quite sure what she wanted to draw.

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After brunch, Danny didn't know what to do. He ended up wandering into the Arts and Crafts room, for lack of anything better to do, sitting down at a table near a stack of organized construction paper. He picked out a few sheets in various colors and folded them over nonsensically before sighing and setting them aside.

Productive, huh? How could he be productive at night when he was barely doing anything during the day?

[Free if anyone's as late as I am.]

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[Hikaru totally is!]

Arts and crafts? Really? Hikaru's nurse had separated him from Kaoru so he could cut paper with plastic scissors and then pour glitter all over it? What the fuck.

At least he'd managed to get his brother to eat a little bit during brunch. Not nearly as much as he'd have liked, but a decent amount. Enough that he had at least a few calories in his system now, right? Better than starving himself. Hikaru just wished Kaoru would tell him why he was on this new anorexia kick.

The nurse set him down next to a boy named "Danny" and told "Andrew" to "make friends" before vanishing into the ether. Well, shit.

"Uh, hey."

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Danny noticed a kid, maybe a bit older than him, with red hair sitting down nearby. He seemed friendly enough--well, enough that Danny wasn't the one to initiate the conversation. That meant that at least he was trying to be friendly or something, right?

"Hey." He gave his paper a quick glance and then turned back to the new guy. "Andrew, right?" He was guessing based off what the nurse mentioned in passing. "You have any ideas what to do with this stuff?" Danny motioned vaguely to his small mess of randomly folded papers.

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"Only if you're listening to them," Hikaru replied blandly, raising an eyebrow. "Last I checked, Hikaru was still the name on my birth certificate. And no, I don't." What did he look like, some sort of origami master? Gotta Fold 'Em All?

Well, there was one thing he could do. "I can fold cranes," he admitted. "Or I could when I was in grade school. Haven't done it in a few years."

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He couldn't remember whether or not he heard others complain about nurses not calling them by their real names, but it hadn't been a problem with him. They always called him Danny Fenton. "Hikaru? Why're they calling you Andrew if your name is Hikaru?" Maybe it was easier to say Andrew than Hikaru?

"Cranes?" Like those little bird thingies? Like origami? Danny had never actually seen anyone do origami, and he never understood how someone could make a crane out of paper. "Do you remember how to do it?" Danny was kind of curious now, he had to admit.

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Hikaru stared at the kid next to him for a full minute before sighing and putting his head in his arms. "Please tell me you're a new patient," he groaned. "This place gives us fake names. My name's Hikaru, but they call me Andrew here." If this Danny kid actually was new, he'd forgive him. If not...well, it would earn him an automatic spot on the twins' List. Even if this guy was the Pure Type, there was no excusing that kind of cluelessness.

"I think I can remember how to do it." Slowly, clumsily, Hikaru folded a sheet of paper into a crane. It was a little lumpy and hardly professional-looking, but ut was still definitely a crane.

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"New? No...I've been here over a week..." He blinked a few moments. "But I don't get the fake name thing. I mean, my name is Danny and they still call me that." The whole 'fake name' thing was pretty new to him, since the topic had never been brought up before. Was it so common that it was never talked about? Was Danny the only one whose name hadn't been changed?

Regardless, Danny watched Hikaru fumble with the paper, reforming it into a crane. "Huh, that's pretty cool!" Well, as cool as folding papers could get--there wasn't anything really 'cool' they could do with things in here, and it was definitely cooler than whatever Danny could've made out of it.