[Of course it's a surprise! What kind of heathen do you think Sanji is?]
You'll see.
[And thankfully, it really is a short walk of about ten minutes... which for two healthy guys who do this all the time, shouldn't be a problem. Sanji's polite enough to stick some small talk in there, either not wanting to deal with awkward silences or is actually making an effort, who knows.
But once they start approaching one of Recolle's bigger cross sections, a length of street that cuts through the city, Yusuke will begin to notice there sure are a lot of people walking around. In fact, the noise level steadily increases into the makings of a crowd. It's once they break through the first mess of people that they'll see what the excitement's all about--
Though they'll have to look down, first. Toward the ground, specifically. Huge, roll-up canvases are lined up on blocked sections of the street, and in certain areas, the artists didn't botherwith that much, having chosen to take their creativity directly to the pavement.]
Oh... s'not as busy as I thought. Good, it'll make walking around easier.
[All the while, Sanji takes careful stock of Yusuke's expression]
[ It takes Yusuke about .2 of a second to realise firstly, that there's definitely something happening here, and then that the something is art related and occurring on the ground.
He can see the flashes of colour because the people milling around, and it hooks him almost literally, leaving him to edge up as close to the groups to get a better look at the different artworks everywhere. ]
Oh. [ ... He's admitted to himself that he's needed to expand his mediums somewhat, but that had involved.... photography, looking at fashion related art, different materials to sketch with. Not the idea of sketching on the ground itself, where stray feet or a sudden change in the weather could destroy hours of hard work and effort. ]
[It's said with creeping levels of self-disapproval; Sanji knows he didn't do as much homework as he could've. But hey, it'd seemed cool, the kind of thing he thought Yusuke would enjoy to experience.
What a relief to see he wasn't completely off the money.]
They got some other art venues set up in the tents -- [Jewelry, traditional paintings, and the like] -- but the focal point's definitely the chalk art.
Yes, chalk would make the most sense. It's a temporary exhibit, I presume, so chalk would be easier to wash away. But you can do vibrant, unique pieces with it... and it would be the best kind of medium for this sort of surface.
[ And he's off. Verbally, at least.
He's made his way to one of the barriers around the art and is nearly leaning over the edge of it to get a better look at the most prominent pieces. ]
I can see why. Crafting a piece is tough enough as is, but crafting a piece knowing it will be fleeting and putting that much work into it anyway... is very respectable.
Perfect that Yusuke's half-leaned over the barrier during his explanation; it means he can't see Sanji break into a sudden, triumphant grin or how he shakes his head in amusement.]
Yeah, I'm pretty damn impressed with the coloring. [Once he's schooled his expression, Sanji follows after -- and maybe tugs on Yusuke's shirt before he wheels over the edge. Please don't get them kicked out.] I always figured chalk couldn't pull off shades like this... or y'know, would just look chalky.
Most people think of the sort you see on a board in old school shows, but...
[ Oh. He likes the one of the airship... the placement of the shadow is clever, and only makes it all seem very 3D and realistic. He's glad. Whoever did this had some excellent ideas. ]
It depends what you do with it. Pressure applied, or wetting the chalk produces a more vibrant shade. There are tricks to it.
[ He won't get them kicked out...! But he does move back from the barrier when Sanji tugs his shirt, going with the pull of it. ]
[He sounds impressed rather than judgmental. Sanji can barely get pen and paper to work in his favor, after all. And seriously, some of pieces? Even he stops for a closer glance, a low whistle passing through his lips.]
Oi oi, look at this one. Can you imagine how long it took to finish?
Not much. I'm thinking I should try more with it now though.
[ He'd never considered something like this. Just when he thinks he's doing well with his art, something new comes along and he has to open his eyes wider.
He's drawn over by Sanji's impressed whistle, hovering slightly over his shoulder to examine the piece as well. It's... truly stunning; the detail, the shading... ]
A while, I'd say. And if they'd had a sudden rainstorm it would have been ruined. [ Yet still, the artist persisted. ] I suppose we should be thankful for this weather.
Tch, right? Don't think I could put in that kind of investment if it's gonna get destroyed.
[So says the guy whose newest hobby is "temporary art" in the most literal sense, but hey, he's new to the field. Those types of comparisons are still lost to him.
As they make their way down the street, Sanji always keeping one eye on Yusuke to ensure he's enjoying himself (and not wandering past any barriers for a closer look), the blond eventually comes to a halt when he smells something tantalizing on the breeze. Right, right. He nearly forgot -- this festival is for the chalk art but people need to eat. There are tents set up, interspersed with the artwork, a combination of street food and more creative business ventures.
... There is also a tent appropriately named The Spice Rack, and excuse him, Yusuke, Sanji sure is making a beeline over that'a way.]
You'd be surprised what you do when you enjoy something.
[ The smell on the air doesn't pass him by either, but for different reasons - like... not actually eating breakfast. But he's not about to admit that out loud, given that Sanji has been less than impressed a lot of the time when it comes to discussing Yusuke's eating habits.
But the smell draws Yusuke in as well. He's not as quick to follow, still intrigued by the art, but it's an inevitability really. He doesn't know much about spices compared with paints or pencils, but... well. Sanji looks animated enough, in his own way. ]
Oh, they're showcasing cooking here as well. [ That's... fitting. ] I wonder if this is like the farmer's market, with independent sellers...
[Sanji's response takes a while to form. His eyes are glued to a spice so red it looks like it was drawn with crayon, but the consistency is smooth, thoroughly ground to look almost silky to the eyes.
And of course the vendor catches his interest immediately, offers him a chance to smell and even taste her wares if he's willing. He doesn't smile, but his eyes light with fire as he accepts the offer, grabbing one of the sample bags to examine with care]
Would you look at this? It's the color of paint. I'm almost afraid to put this in a dish.
[Oh, but the smell once he opens the bag. No surprise that it nearly sets his hair alight, this is probably a chili pepper of some sort. Not for the faint of heart, the vendor promises.
[ For a brief moment, Yusuke is almost tempted to step back and immortalise that moment and look in memory to transfer to canvas or paper later. Itās not that he hasnāt seen it before - he surrounds himself with artists of every walk of life, and has seen variations on it before. But it looks so bright and vibrant on Sanji; raw and untempered on someone who is still learning just how passionate they are about their art.
Itās endearing and intriguing all at once.
Spice and food itself might not be the medium that fuels Yusukeās creativity, personally, but he can appreciate the rich, bright colour of it - like a slash of paint on canvas. ]
You said youād āalmostā be afraid to put it in a dish. [ But thereās still that interest. That spark. ] Why not? See what you can do with it, rather then be afraid of it.
[He'll concede the quality seems top notch, but that doesn't change how food and wares at these festivals are always overpriced. There's a grimace when he's forced to shell over a sizable amount of cash for his spices.]
I'm gonna make it last until summer vacation, at least.
[ Ah, the double edge blade that is festival anything. People gotta make a profit somehow. ]
If itās as potent as it smells, that sounds doable.
[ It smells like one of those spices that doesnāt need any more than just a small pinch at a time, at least. While Sanji is being separated from his money, Yusuke takes the chance to peer outside of the current stall and at some of thenother non-art related stands, not his eyes arenāt firmly pinned to the ground. There are certainly a lot of them, including whar smells like a bakery time stall next to the one theyāre currently at, and what looks like a appropriately themed cake related sketch on the ground just in front of it, which he immediately gravitates towards to get a good look at. ]
Edited (oh my god don't do tags at 6:30am just after waking up?) 2018-03-12 20:57 (UTC)
and stating the obvious. accidentally. (no he just prefers grunting) ]
I donāt know, but Iāll find out. [ there should be other people around the network that could shed some light on it. directly or indirectly. ] I remember a while ago, someone asked something similar. I just donāt know if this is something the past me could do or if the app is having problems and giving me someone elseās.
Is that possible...? It's confusing enough getting all these memories that do relate to us, without mixing in memories from people who aren't us as well. And if we are receiving other memories, does that mean there's something going wrong with the app...?
[ He's paused for the moment, pencil set flat against his sketchpad. ]
[ Excuse me? He's never needy. He only demands attention for important things. Like now. ]
Who said anything about making them? Though... If you do try to make them, it'll help you understand how feasible an actual design is. While a design can be beautiful, it doesn't mean anything if you can't implement it onto fabric.
[ He's hoping this makes sense. Designing and sewing will be good together. ]
Thatās what I wanted to ask the network, with your sketch.
[ he gives a brief point to it, glancing down and observing the woman. he wonders who she is, but at the same time sort of dreads finding out. he wonders why that feeling comes into the mix, maybe slight fear of having his memories switched, or perhaps having more than one life really involved with him. one was enough. ]
If thereās something wrong with the app, thereāll be bites. Someone might even know this woman. Or is this woman.
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