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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"Don't worry about it if you get held up by something, though, it isn't an emergency," Usopp reassured Chopper. "Just come when you can, sometime earlier in the night, so I won't be out."

Maybe 'the clinic' was an easier way to put it, but Usopp had gotten so used to all the little code names everyone used. Actually, if he was starting something, shouldn't he have a clever code name...? But he wasn't sure he was starting anything, he just wanted to know what other people were working on, so maybe they could work together. That was different from the real clubs.

"It's right on the same hallway. I think they'll take anybody who knows something about medicine, so you'll probably be in charge of the place, since you're a real doctor!" Usopp laughed, accenting the last word firmly. Chopper's mood seemed to be lifted now, and that improved his own mood in return.

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Chopper nodded. "Okay, I will." He'd still get there as soon as he could, but he wouldn't feel bad about making a stop at Sanji's room first now. "If I stop at Sanji's room to get my hat first, do you want me to bring any of your wood with me?"

He was looking forward to the idea of checking out the clinic tonight, and especially glad that Usopp had some idea of where it was. He beamed at the sniper when the fact he was a doctor was stressed, but he tried to cover up his happiness. "C-complimenting me isn't gonna make me happy, dammit!"

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"Ohh, that'd be nice! Could you bring just a few sticks? Not all of it yet, though, I don't have room!" Usopp would let Chopper work out with Sanji the arrangements for leaving wood in his closet. Although, come to think of it, "Sanji was thinking of borrowing my boots, since he hasn't got any shoes... he might come with you. If he does, try not to let him bring all the wood, because I really, really don't have room." Even clearing out the medical supplies, it'd be too crowded.

As Chopper reacted to the word 'doctor,' Usopp grinned a little more. "Still, I'm serious about the clinic--I bet they'll be really happy if you donated your expertise." The reindeer was much too adorable happy, even as a human being. It didn't hurt that Usopp's words were (for a change) completely true.

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"Okay, I will," Chopper agreed. "How much of the wood do you want? So that I can stop Sanji if it's too much..."

He had started to fidget over the continuing complements, still beaming. "S-shut up," he insisted, trying to act tough.

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"Maybe four or five sticks, about this long?" Usopp gestured with his hands apart. Any more, and he'd not have the room for it. As things were, he was starting to wonder if he'd have to ask Sousuke permission to borrow some closet space.

"The clinic's probably going to be really surprised that someone who looks so young is already a really talented doctor..." Teasing Chopper by complimenting him was too easy, but it was also irresistible.

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"Four or five. Got it." Chopper was sure he could manage carrying the sticks even with Sanji's help, but it would be nice to have an extra pair of hands anyway. It would make it easier, so that the load wouldn't be as bulky.

"I said 'shut up', you bastard!" he said, his grin widening.