@xbranbal sent: Carrying a large book on the so called "history" of Gaia, the smallest genome spots the oldest at his usual favorite chair. There's little hesitation in her actions as she makes her way towards him, even going as far as to sit on his lap with the book brought up a few inches higher for him to see. It's stuck on the chapter of art and music, and there's a variety of confused Terran notes on the margins.
|| || His knee shifts from its crossed position as soon as his sister approaches, an unspoken acknowledgment of... his limited options. If she chooses to sit, she will, and he will feign attentiveness, his own reading material-- a deliciously scandalous tragedy-- set aside.
He glances at her page; she doesn't even need to voice her inquiry.
"Pleasant combinations of colors and sounds cast a potent hold over their uncomplicated minds," he explains, dismissively flicks his wrist. "It inspires them, so they derive a straightforward pleasure from it... ‘Tis nothing deeper than that."
But does the same principle apply to him? No, certainly not. Kuja engages with art on a distinctly different level than the simpletons that litter this planet! He perceives the unspoken nuances in colors, the underlying yearnings in music. He is superior, transcending the base pleasures that captivate lesser beings. Of course, of course.
