'What makes you happy?'
Chessebelle stared at the large billboard, a picture of a family laughing together at some presumable inside joke. They all had bright faces, their eyes crinkled with genuine enjoyment with each other's company, and full smiles.
She felt so stupid looking at the picture with genuine confusion. What made them so happy that they looked like that? A joke couldn't possibly be that funny, could it?
Sure, she found enjoyment in some people's company and doing certain activities, she could admit that to herself at the very least, but she couldn't imagine herself that happy about something.
"Pretty cheesy, huh?"
Jumping at the voice, the shinigami whirled to meet Ikkaku's smile. He jutted his chin towards the billboard she had been staring at, his hands upon his hips.
"Yea, I don't know what it is with humans and the happy family but they're everywhere. It's like they don't show any other sort of emotion in their advertisements-you can't be mad or bored or god forbid, sad. I think they call that a nuclear family, you know? I don't understand their sayings, I just try to spread the knowledge."
She could feel her lips pulling into the smallest smirk, looking towards the ground as she brushed past him.
"What? Was it something I said?"
Yes, she supposed he could be quite funny.
Or maybe he wasn't funny and he just made her smile without realizing.
Either way, she reasoned that level of happiness of the 'happy family' wasn't that unattainable.