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[dwellsinthedetails]

It's a restless night in Tokyo. They've done literally everything they can about their current predicament, and their best hope of solving it has been constantly asleep for weeks now - if she doesn't stay up and functioning soon, there could be some real trouble. Yusuke's used to waiting things out - it was often the only choice he had, when dealing with Madarame - but now, he's finding it leaves a bad taste in his mouth, when he's taken to more active means of addressing things.

And so when Milliways presents itself, he takes the opportunity. If he can pass time without worrying about waking anyone else in the dorm, so much the better.

It's not long before he's settled into an armchair with a good view on the observation window. Of course he's drawing it. Why wouldn't you draw it? It's beautiful.

[tiny tag: Yusuke Kitagawa]]

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[i_am_your_host]

Emcee drifts down the stairs, quiet and subdued, almost wraith-like in his paleness. Self-imposed isolation is rather draining when one lives off the energy of other people. So he masks the dark circles under his eyes with smoky kohl, gives his lips color with a slash of crimson.

After fetching a glass of red wine from the Bar, he finds an armchair of his own to settle in, curling up and drawing a knee to his chest. His seat is not that far from the young man sketching the view through the observation window.

Emcee watches him over the rim of his glass. The artist is as beautiful as the art he creates.

[dwellsinthedetails]

Yusuke would be a bit baffled by that assessment, really. Not because he thinks he looks bad, but because he has no true frame of reference for what other people consider 'attractive.'

In any case, he's absorbed in his work, so it'll be a while before he realises he has company.

[i_am_your_host]

Oh, but he is beautiful.

Emcee sees the beauty, all kinds of beauty, in everything, including people. Perhaps especially people. And an artist at work is very attractive indeed.

He's content to watch him in fascination, and to watch with almost equal fascination as the drawing blooms and expands across the paper.

[dwellsinthedetails]

He is extremely pretty, it's true. He's just never had cause to think about it before.

He works quickly, obviously a very practiced hand at this, focused on one blooming supernova at a time - it increases the chance of catching everything, even though he knows that would take multiple attempts to truly pin down. Good thing that view's not going anywhere, huh.

[i_am_your_host]

That would be vain, wouldn't it? Doesn't matter to Emcee. But the lack of vanity is always refreshing.

It's a dynamic image, both outside the window, and what's captured on the page. And though the view is on an endless loop, there's always something new to catch if you watch closely enough.

Emcee doesn't want to break the young man's concentration, but he has been drawing for quite a while, so his hand must eventually rest. So he quietly summons a waitrat to bring the lad whatever his preferred drink is (the Bar should know).

[dwellsinthedetails]

Oh, Yusuke could say a few things on the subject of vanity. Most of them would not be kind, considering his former mentor.

When the rat arrives, it's still a good ten minutes before the scent of tea - and tuna onigiri, because the thing about sentient furniture is it overhears discussions of one's unfortunate eating habits - manages to break Yusuke's concentration. "What... oh. Thank you, though I don't recall ordering anything..."

Not that he's complaining. It's been a long time since lunch.

[i_am_your_host]

"The tea is from me," Emcee says with casual amiability, "and the food is probably from the Bar herself, who thought you ought to be fed. She does that."

Emcee is also in the Unfortunate Eating Habits Club.

[dwellsinthedetails]

"That... would not entirely surprise me." No doubt his friends would be pleased to know they have an ally in their efforts to get Yusuke to eat regular meals, even if that ally isn't human.

"You hardly had to contribute anything, but thank you regardless."

[i_am_your_host]

He smiles mildly, his chin resting on his hand, his elbow propped against his raised knee.

"You're quite welcome. Far be it from me to allow an artist to go without refreshment for too long. The creative process is thirsty work. Are you a student?"

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric is standing by the piano, playing a softly complex tune on a violin. He's good, not great, but good.

He takes a break, crossing past the artist as he does. "How very beautiful!" He nods to the drawings.

[dwellsinthedetails]

"Hmm?"

Guess who was too caught up in his work to really process the background noise and is only vaguely aware someone addressed him.

[thewidewideworld]

"I was admiring your artistry." Sinric explains, setting his violin case down. "The essence of chaos is not an easy thing to capture."

[dwellsinthedetails]

"I'm afraid I have a habit of picking the difficult subjects. Thank you, though."

And really, he wouldn't pick anything but the difficult subjects.

[thewidewideworld]

"The joy is in the challenge?" He ask, head cocked. There's something about Sinric's eyes, gold around the edges of his irises that seems to catch the light of the window.

[dwellsinthedetails]

"Just as much as there is in producing something of quality, yes. I confess I've found myself in a slump of late, but there's no reason to stop working simply because of that."

If one goes simply off his work, there's no sign of a 'slump' in quality anywhere.

[thewidewideworld]

"Do you lack for inspiration?"

[dwellsinthedetails]

"Far from it. The human heart is a vast and complex subject - far more so than I first thought."

But he's not about to give up.

[childofrebellion]

Cassian's yawning, he wants to be working again as he never sleeps that well on base. He has his datapad and is looking for a place to sit when he notices the young man drawing the Window, "You've made it beautiful."

His voice is tight as the Window for him is the nightmares of his childhood.

[dwellsinthedetails]

"I have good material to work with." He sounds a little distracted, but that's because he hasn't really stopped working yet.

[childofrebellion]

"Kriff, I guess. All I see is destruction,"

He forces himself to look at the Window and back at the drawing but can't easily see what the artist does.

[dwellsinthedetails]

"Anything can be beautiful, or terrible. It's a matter of one's perspective."

Perhaps the certainty that the destruction - for that is an element at play here, no question - will stay outside and not actually affect him any time soon gives him an advantage in this examination.

[childofrebellion]

"Yes, you're right. My perspective's usually been one of avoiding that level of destruction,"

Which hasn't always been easy not with how the Empire strikes against their enemies.

[dwellsinthedetails]

"And that would, in turn, color your perception."

[childofrebellion]

"And yours is that of an artist?"

Its a way of looking at the world that he's never fully understood, to have time to simply admire it has never been part of his life.

[dwellsinthedetails]

"Of course." ...Didn't they already have this conversation?

Or is he just imagining things?