02 - Hobbies!

[drakenguard]

Who: Yamato Hotsuin & You!
Where: Scorpio District
Summary: Yamato needs to get a life.
Warnings: So many plastic forks.

Yamato was not a man who appreciated the arts, yet here he was, in the Scorpio District, doing something rather...peculiar.

Seated on a bench on the main street of the arts and craft shops, Yamato had multiple bags of what appeared to be plastic cutlery resting on the bench beside him, the bag torn open - with two empty bags on the floor at his feet. However that would be easily overlooked for something else: the tens of Plastic Cutlery Dragons resting on every spare inch of the bench, and some on the floor. The exact number isn't precise, but it seemed like he made almost twenty five of those things...!

The twenty sixth was currently resting on his lap, having the finishing touches put to it.

Interested in the strange craft, or worried about his obsessive making? Bug him anyway!

Comments

[drakenguard]

"What is the point of an active imagination and profound thought if it isn't geared towards something meaningful?" Yamato asked, straightening up slightly as he crossed his arms over his chest. "If you continue to create things that serve no purpose, continue to think of things that are pointless...it is a waste of time."

[greatseal]

"But it does serve a purpose..." It seems strange to her that he'd create such beautiful dragons and not seem to appreciate the beauty himself. "People create things for others to enjoy, and those people are inspired and go on to create more things. Some are more 'useful,' maybe, but without the beginning you'd never see end results."

[drakenguard]

There was a brief pause as Yamato considered this viewpoint.

"...ahahaha, I see!" he laughed, looking amused. "So you are saying that another's creation can inspire others to more useful endeavours? I suppose I can accept that."

[greatseal]

"That's how progress works, after all... People build on what they learn from others." This conversation is now surprisingly philosophical.

[drakenguard]

"Hrm, true. Improving the work of our ancestors," Yamato murmured, nodding slightly. "However I did not realise that something as whimsical as art could inspire such progress."

[greatseal]

"I think... that's just how things are. Most of the time we can't see how something we do is important until it's already happened. Sometimes we never realize."

[drakenguard]

Yamato just gives Minako a long stare. "A matter of cultural relativity..."

He scoffed quietly. "Hrm, you have given me something to think about, in any case."

[greatseal]

"I'm glad, then...


...So, what are you going to do with all of these dragons?" There really are a lot of them by now...

[drakenguard]

"I'm not entirely sure. I suppose I have no choice but to dispose of them. They serve no use," Yamato said carelessly.

[greatseal]

"You mean throw them away? That would be terrible after all the work you've put in..."

[drakenguard]

"There was not much effort put into them. It doesn't bother me."

This wasn't a boast to appear talented or anything. Yamato genuinely just...doesn't care. He did it to pass the time, it did, so the dragons no longer served a purpose.

[greatseal]

"But it'd still be a waste... You should at least offer them to people instead of just tossing them." Tossing them in an arts district like this would probably be a huge insult, anyway.

[drakenguard]

Yamato frowned at Minako, but after a pause relented. Very well, he doubted people would want useless junk, but he could not be bothered fighting this woman about it.

"How shall I do that?"

He wasn't entirely sure how selling things went...he wasn't friendly enough to approach people. He was stern and harsh, and would no doubt chase away any potential buyers of this junk.