Gumi walked up to me earlier today and started talking. I was simply minding my own business, heading over to the costume department, when she jogged to catch up to me and opened her mouth.
At first I thought I was going to be grumpy again, but I remembered the fact that I didn't hate her because I had no reason to, and that she wasn't half bad, so I smiled and let her talk.
I answered, she responded, yada yada. I dealt with the clothes department manager, and then we talked again.
It was chatting. There was nothing of importance, or weight. I didn't get any progress on the curiosity. Yet, it didn't feel like a waste of time.
Weirdly enough, she made me smile. It turns out that if you're close enough to her when she's happy, her happiness is contagious and it gets to you.
So, I didn't get mad when she brought up my favorite set of clothing. How dare she question my badass threads, right? But hey, I hate her looks, she hates mine, so I thought it was fair, in my happy mood. I merely laughed at her, said I didn't care. I told her I also had problems with her clothes (which she happened to be wearing). Wasn't it even?
She pouted most adorably.
Gakupo then interrupted us and asked if she could test the recording room number whatever. Gumi agreed, but I followed simply because I wondered if I could bring up her dirty little secret.
It ended up with her singing and me picking up the guitar. Yeah, we were testing the room, but I'd lie if I said it wasn't fun. If this was the job of a detective searching for clues it was amazing. I brought up our clothes dispute, and turned it into a question of shopping.
She agreed.