fandomtownies | Turtle & Canary; Wednesday [11/09].

Today was apparently Go to an Art Museum Day, but, apparently, since Apu made it abundantly clear that he had no intention of taking the day off to celebrate, he had brought the art museum into Turtle & Canary instead, finding strategic places to hang up framed reproductions of famous painting throughout the aisles.

Shunsui's offer to take the day off to celebrate in Apu's stead was met with a skeptical, whithering look, as if Apu didn't believe that Shunsui actually would go to an art museum, but, to prove it, he briefly showed off some of the texts that he had been sending with that shiny new Soul Phone of his to Rangiku, inviting her to come visit a museum with him.

Just ignore the fact that her responses were pretty much just along the lines of how boring and terrible that sounded, she'd rather just go shopping, and that she was pretty sure the Soul Phones were only supposed to be used for official Seireitei communications and business, anyway.

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It was definitely one of those ones that got Octavia pausing pretty soon after entering the store, her head slightly tilted.

"What day is this one?"

"Go to an Art Museum Day ♥," Shunsui happily reported, greeting her with a pleased and lazy smile. "But since Apu-san apparently refuses to actually go to one, he's decided to bring it to us instead."

He gestured with his hand, surely meant to be a grand sweep toward the displayed artwork, but he was clearly reserving his energy for fishing out a few cups.

"I'm sure we'll be willing to negotiate a good price if you find one that you'd like for your own personal collection, Octavia-chan ♥."

"I don't have a collection," Octavia said, as if that wasn't something everyone could probably guess. Except she had some very prized drawings from various alternate children's visits, so maybe that wasn't even entirely true.

Either way, she was now looking towards whatever artwork she could she, with a mild, almost quizzical frown.

Nothing about Shunsui's smile seemed surprised by that response.

"Ahh, so ka ♥," he said, cups fished out and lined up and being habitually filled. "Then what better time than now to get one started, neh ♥?"

He carefully, expertly, scooped up the cups into his one hand, then held them out, knowing full well it might be a while before Octavia made her way around to the counter, but, well. This way, they were ready for her whenever she eventually did.

Which wasn't to say he wouldn't attempt to expediate the process slightly by noting, "I've always found the perusal of art to be greatly enhanced with a little liquid accompaniment, Octavia-chan ♥."

"You think that about everything," Octavia muttered, a little faintly, but still found herself slowly pulled to the counter to pick up one of the cups from his hand.

A little distracted. But anyway.

And that mostly still unsurprised smile maybe got a touch more pleased at that response.

"Because in my experience," Shunsui drawled, "it's always been true ♥."

And, to better support that statement, he shifted his own hand around the remaining cup so that he could take an appreciative sip, after lifting it toward Octavia with a salute and a wink.

"And how are we today, Octavia-chan ♥?" he asked, once that sip was settled. "I should say it's rather unfair to the artwork that you should come by today, of all days, and give me something far more beautiful to appreciate ♥."

"It's just another day in another week," Octavia replied, with the tiniest shrug, followed by a little sip. "What about you?"

She felt like she didn't ask often enough, even though she could always kind of guess what the answer would be.

"Mmmmmm, well~ ♥," Shunsui hummed thoughtfully. "It happens to be one of my favorite days of the week, made even better now that you've managed to wander your way in ♥." His smile softened slightly. "It has been an interesting week thus far; the Soul Society," his tone went a little withering there, as he found his Soul Phone on the counter and gave it a little wave, "seems to have finally caught up to the 21st Century...."

And his opinions on it were mixed, to be sure.

Octavia's gaze found what he was waving towards, and her brow quirked a little. "They gave you a phone?"

"They gave me a phone," Shunsui confirmed with a little sigh, giving it a little glance to see if anything else had come through before tucking it away into his robes for now. "Because that was just the thing I was wanting while I'm here....to be even more accessible."

"Can always just turn it off?" Octavia suggested with a little shrug. "That's what I would do, if I didn't wanna be... accessible."

Except she probably wouldn't, because the only people who wanted to contact her were Duke and Lucifer, who would both get distraught if she went incommunicado like that.

But still.

"I suppose I could." Shunsui returned Octavia's little shrug with one of his own, and the sort of complacent smile that went along with accepting this terrible fate that had befallen his pink-clad shoulders. "Perhaps I might. And then I'd no doubt have a veritable cascade of Jigokuchō upon me for my troubles..."

There was, however, a sudden tilt of his head, eyes shifting upward as it tracked some new idea.

"Although, I suppose I could always just tell Nanao-chan I was asleep..."

It wasn't like she wouldn't believe it...

"I'm sure she already assumes that's true most of the time, anyway," Octavia offered, echoing the narrative.

Her lips quirked faintly. "I mean, I know I do."

That faint quirk of Octavia's lips made Shunsui's own grin only grow again, exponentially.

"Good, then ♥," he said. "You can vouch for me if I need a witness."

So could literally anyone.

"For whatever crimes you get accused of by people who don't know you?" Octavia... teased, for lack of a better word. "Sure."

She downed the rest of her sake, and set the cup down.

"You'd be surprised," Shunsui noted, his grin faintly amused as he tilted his head at the cup as she set it down, with a nod, a question, toward it, as he set down his own as well and reached for the sake jug, "how many people have known me for as long as they have and still seem surprised every single time..."

Or perhaps disappointed was the better word.

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