Post by Estilo on Feb 11, 2012 14:50:57 GMT -8
I didn't find her words as shocking as I thought I would. Thinking on it now, it all seemed so normal. Life and death... it was part of her job. I'd actually be appalled if she had not garnered some resistance to the terrors that came with the latter. Appalled in the sense that she was doing something she disliked or simply could not handle mentally. Thinking back on professional Hirihi, it all became so clear and obvious. And it was only as she looked up at me with her beautiful orbs of red that I realized that Hirihi was no longer with us. You know, we never really decided on what movie you wanted to watch.
I looked ahead at the lobby before us, flashing her a sheepish smile a moment after we started our way out. "Ah, we'll figure it out. For me, it's more about the girl than the movie." I added slyly, opening the wooden door for the both of us. Our venture finally took us out into the glorious embrace of warmth outside- not as warm as a typical Hi no Kuni afternoon, mind you, but leagues better compared to the freeze cooped up in the morgue. And, with Hirihi on my arm, this warmth was only a taste of what I was feeling inside. Inexplicable.
Our walk took us through a tour of Kumogakure no Sato in mid-day, the rain puddles that had been scattered about on the stone-paved streets slowly evaporating as the sun shyly made its presence known behind the cover of pale gray clouds. The neighborhoods we walked through were only slightly active, people walking up and down the streets, minding their own business and completing their tasks for the day. We walked aimlessly, for the most part, enjoying each other's company for as long as we wanted. The mission was done for today, after all. And as we turned a corner, soon crossing an arched bridge that was built across a small natural stream, I noticed an assortment of small banners lining the streets on lampposts- each of them advertisements to an exhibit in the recently opened Kumogakure no Sato museum.
I stopped at the center of the bridge, head tilted up to read the banner on the lamppost looming above us. Movie? Compared to the exhibit being showed at the museum, a movie sounded boring! Plus, museums tended to be far more personal locales. Free of the clutter and noise that came with establishments such as the cinema. I only needed to know if Hirihi was for it. Brow raised, eyes on the banner, I began. "Hey... how does a museum and dinner sound instead? I had no idea there was an exhibit going on... it could prove to be interesting, don't you think?" I added, smiling.