art toom!

_{[The paintings she saw were always different, every time Kohaku came here - there was never one for her, the way other people seemed to have them for them, a special little stab that made them stare and stare. It'd only seemed a little meaningful the once, when she saw an empty frame with the blank canvas torn into a smiling face - and Kohaku had thought, well, why not?, and tore the smile a little wider.

Even after the time she'd spent away, it seems there's still people getting struck still by the gallery. The wooden click of her shoes gives her away as she peers thoughtfully at the one painting Frodo seemed the most upset by, just as he's attempting to move on from it.]}