Mitsuki mimicked slouching and adjusting a hoodie. All in all it just made her look even shorter. She put on as deep of a fake voice as she could. "I'm not saying this is your fault, but it's your fault."

Then she nodded. "Whatever you say, bunny-senpai!" She was as cheerful as ever. She ignored the odd feeling rising in her gut. She had had weird clams for dinner after all. Not because of the paintings, or the announcement that there were [i]things[/i] in the gallery that were alive. [i]Things[/i] that hated visitors.

[i]Things.[/i]

No. If her stomach was queasy it hardly had anything to do with that.

She was an explorer now. A thrillseeker first and foremost. But not quite the "protagonist" or the "timeless hero" Akira kept bringing up. Not quite the timid girl that she usually was in public either. A fleeting thought - it would be funny going back to that.

"This really is realistic," she remarked offhandedly. Trees. Flowers. Plants. Real but not real. "You sure you don't want to stay here and have a picnic? Just don't touch anything and make miss artist extraordinaire angry!"

Or perhaps, the art itself?

But she did not wait for an answer before she bobbed over to the left side of the room to take a peek through the doorway.