"Hey, Koto! Tell Ruka you guys can meet me at the gift shop when you're done, okay? Try not to take too long. I want to go get some smoothies before we head back to the hotel."
"Sure thing," she mumbled back, watching as Juri scurried down the hall.
Ruka appeared to like art more than either Juri or Koto did. It was a little unexpected, but Koto guessed it had something to do with her makeup fascination. That was artsy, right? Well, everyone had their quirks. But the thing was, Ruka liked inspecting the pieces and commenting on them, and Juri was even more impatient than Koto was with it. She wanted to browse, move on, and do something a little more interesting. Koto couldn't blame her. She wasn't a huge art fan, either.
Koto turned to face Ruka again, but now she was heading away from her, too — and in an apparent hurry. Koto sped her own pace and tried getting her attention, finally spewing out the message when she caught up: "Hey, Juri wants us to hurry up so we can get sm— What in the hell?"
Only now did Koto realize what Ruka had stopped in front of, and it startled her so much that she stared, mouth gaping. Before them was a group of statues of pairs of men and women in various sexual positions.
"Now that's what I call sculpting," Ruka purred, and before Koto knew it, she was laughing incredulously, then the two of them stood in silence for at least a minute.
"Okay, enough ogling the boobs."
"What makes you think I was looking at the boobs?" Ruka shot back, somewhat offended. "I'll have you know I was—"
"You were looking at all of it, I can tell. … I was, too."
"Too bad Juri missed the best exhibit."
"Holy shit, Ruka, you're such a nympho."