Mr. H had set up his new coffee machine in the kitchen, and whipped himself up an Irish Coffee. After all, this was a party.
He stayed in the back while Sho wished his friend a Merry Christmas, respecting the other man's privacy. Once he was sure enough time had passed he headed out and took a sip of his beverage.
"So, I've been thinking, this town is pretty nice, but it lacks a certain variety in its decor. Ever thought of giving the place an artists touch?"
Sho gave a polite bow to the other man, then launched into a tirade.
"Pfft, these zetta sons of digits are just as negative as the ones back home! They don't seem to appreciate my work. Though, they like this place," he said, gesturing to the industrial-grunge interior of Junkhouse, "I postulate. Even so, my FIRST junkpile they just lit on fire!"
Mr. H shook his head and sighed at Rivelata's general attitude towards art. Sure, Sho's sculpture was a bit...unconventional, but that didn't mean the people of the city shouldn't try and expand their worlds to encompass the young Reapers design aesthetic. After all, people thought Van Gogh was nuts too.
"Well, perhaps we need to gradually work them into our idea of art, or put it somewhere most people will see." Hanekoma paused to look all over the Junkhouse ramen contemplatively. "At least they recognize the talent that went into this place. This really is a mirror of you Sho, you've put yourself into it, and it rewarded your dedication."
Sho polished off his Dark and Stormy, then said, "Hey, you got any more of those famous Irish Coffees of yours?"
At Hanekoma's comment, he shrugged. "Meh, if they don't parse it, it's not my place to integrate them into my aesthetics. As to this place, Kariya had as much of a hand in it as I did."
It was so strange to Sho. There'd been a time where he hadn't given the other Reaper much of a second glance, beyond wondering why the guy seemed to lack any ambition whatsoever.
But here, in Rivelata, Kariya'd been a much-needed limiting influence. Sho often didn't know when or where to stop, while Kariya often stopped too soon. Together they'd managed to make up for each other's faults.
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He stayed in the back while Sho wished his friend a Merry Christmas, respecting the other man's privacy. Once he was sure enough time had passed he headed out and took a sip of his beverage.
"So, I've been thinking, this town is pretty nice, but it lacks a certain variety in its decor. Ever thought of giving the place an artists touch?"
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"Pfft, these zetta sons of digits are just as negative as the ones back home! They don't seem to appreciate my work. Though, they like this place," he said, gesturing to the industrial-grunge interior of Junkhouse, "I postulate. Even so, my FIRST junkpile they just lit on fire!"
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"Well, perhaps we need to gradually work them into our idea of art, or put it somewhere most people will see." Hanekoma paused to look all over the Junkhouse ramen contemplatively. "At least they recognize the talent that went into this place. This really is a mirror of you Sho, you've put yourself into it, and it rewarded your dedication."
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At Hanekoma's comment, he shrugged. "Meh, if they don't parse it, it's not my place to integrate them into my aesthetics. As to this place, Kariya had as much of a hand in it as I did."
It was so strange to Sho. There'd been a time where he hadn't given the other Reaper much of a second glance, beyond wondering why the guy seemed to lack any ambition whatsoever.
But here, in Rivelata, Kariya'd been a much-needed limiting influence. Sho often didn't know when or where to stop, while Kariya often stopped too soon. Together they'd managed to make up for each other's faults.
Now he was going to have to walk alone.
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