Day 36: Arts & Crafts Room

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The nurse had told Wash he could go anywhere he wanted and the thought Is home included in that? crossed his mind, but that sounded too pathetic to say aloud, even for him. So he silently eenie meenie minie moe'd through his options, ended up choosing the Sun Room, and then promptly decided the Arts and Crafts room would be more interesting. At least there might be stuff he could fiddle with and distract himself.

A part of him couldn't decide if he was relieved or not he didn't get a visitor. He didn't think it would've gone the way a proper visit was supposed to go, but...

He stepped into the room and sat down at an empty table, rifling through the materials absently. This place looked much too cheerful. Although maybe that was better than looking much too scary, but it was so cheerful it was almost scary and now he was starting to confuse even himself.

After a second, he picked up a pair of scissors (these weren't scissors, they were more like plastic chopsticks) and a sheet of construction paper and began cutting.

[hi Badou~]

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Most men were also not Hanatarou, and were probably glad of that fact. But he wasn't about to comment on it; his blush darkened a little at the word "sweet" but otherwise the shinigami appeared to be completely focused on his work.

"1899? Really?" He frowned slightly as he considered that. If people he knew from back home could have arrived here from different times, then it didn't seem entirely strange for other people to have done the same thing. A century was a bit more than he would expect, but - honestly, he wasn't quite sure what to expect when it came to this place, not anymore. "Um. It's, ah, a lot later than that for me."

Hanatarou regarded the pipe-cleaner "branch" he'd made for a moment, then set it to one side and pulled some paper, scissors, and glue closer. If she didn't think what he was doing was stupid, then he might as well keep working on it, right?

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"I somewhatassumed so," Rinali said, working on her own flower arrangement, picking out blues and purples and blacks...comfortably dark colors. "There are a few people here from my past, but the vast majority are from my future. Tell me, Hanatarou, do you come from space? Does earth even still exist where you come from?"

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"...space?" Hanatarou had started working on assembling a flower but paused at the question, blinking in puzzlement. "N-no, I'm...well, I'm not from Earth, I'm from Soul Society. But, um, I don't think humans live in space anyway."

He glanced down again, carefully removing the petal that had become stuck to his finger, then put it in its proper place. "Do...people live in space where you're from, then?" Although he was fairly certain that humans hadn't done any space travel in 1899, he wasn't exactly that concerned about history and could have just missed something.