damned_institute | Day 63: The Twin Pine Restaurant

With Eugene in need of some time to just rest up and let more of the drug get out of his system, Rapunzel had to wonder what she was going to do for lunch. It would be too loud and crowded in that Tasty Burger place, but she doubted he had the energy to sit down to a full meal with her either. In the end, they compromised. Eugene came with her to the Twin Pine Restaurant, but opted not to eat just yet. There would be other opportunities for him to get food later, when he was more ready for it.

So Eugene sat in a comfy chair near the front while Rapunzel found her way into the main seating area of the restaurant. To be honest, she had other reasons for wanting to sit down by herself for a bit. This was the place she had met Facilier the week before, and with any luck, she hoped he would show up to have lunch with her again. She hadn't seen him since the night they had talked to Harrington. Moreover, as much as she wanted to show off her boyfriend (could she actually call him that now?) to people as soon as possible, she doubted either Eugene or Facilier would be up for awkward drugged-up conversation during a meal.

She sat down at a booth, picking up the menu as she had the week before. What to try that she hadn't tried last time, she wondered as her eyes scanned down the page.

[Facilier]

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After the last time she had been in this town, and was given full view of the grease-ridden piles of meat called food, Renamon tended away from Tasty Burger. Instead, she shifted towards the other food location, and realized she hadn't been in it enough to recall easily. She sat, glancing over the menu idly. At least this place had more choices.

Despite looking at the menu, Renamon's eyes were still, thinking beyond it. Last night had stopped right before they made progress, and she was unsure about moving full-force into a location she had no knowledge of, after Nigredo's vague warning. She would do it regardless; there would be no progress otherwise, but it was worrisome. Especially with three others under her charge to consider.

[ Brook! ]

Being cheerful had never come hard for the man, but Brook was finding it rather difficult to be his usual self for how much attention he was having to give his arm. It was really itchy, and swollen which was making it difficult to hide. He didn't want anyone to be put off by it, nor did he want to spend the day avoiding others who might need some cheering up. So he didn't let the itching and redness stop him from heading right into the restaurant and looking around for someone sitting alone.

It was hard to tell who was a patient with all their clothes being changed for this day, but he did know some faces. One very familiar one was already sitting down and looking over the menu. He had been meaning to catch up with the woman.

"Renamon-san! Good morning!" he waved, remembering to use his left hand so as not to worry her. He headed over to where she was sitting and gave a slight bow. "You're looking beautiful as ever today, I must say!"

Her name being called out loudly made her recall herself, and her gaze snapped up to land on a man somewhat familiar to her. Brook, from the strange night she had spent with the ninjas from Konoha. He, as well as herself, had seemed the odd ones out.

...Though, again, she was struck by familiarity at the compliment, and decided that perhaps this man was the sort to just say such things. It had been told to her before, but saying it to her in this human body.... It was a bit awkward. She didn't have the mind to ascertain if it was true.

Ignoring the compliment once again, she gestured to the seat outside. "It's good to see you. Do you want to eat with me?"

He, too, was someone that had been downstairs. It was possible he knew more than she on certain things.

"Would that be allowed?" he questioned before laughing, "I have always thought it better to have company when eating though. So, I suppose if you don't mind it, then I'd be happy to join you for a meal." And with that he slid himself into the seat opposite of her, adjusting as best he was able to get his legs to fit in the small crevice between the table and the seat.

"How have you been doing? It's been some time since since we last spoke," he asked, hoping she had been doing well. So many things had happened for him, but he knew she hadn't been there to see anything in the basement. That meant she'd had to have had a better time than him.

He spoke a lot, but it didn't seem to be in the way of one who liked to hear themselves speak. Perhaps just someone overly friendly, and so far, she had little reason to complain. She nodded her agreement, and waited for him to situate himself.

How had she been doing. It wasn't a question she had spent much thought on previous to this. "I suppose I can't complain. It could be worse," she started, tone level. "I've mostly been in this town at night, or in the basement." And while the former had been productive, of the latter, she could not say the same. "Have you been well?"

"As well as one can be in such a place," he admitted albeit cheerfully. Sure, he didn't feel is best and had a rash and had been through an awful lot over the past few weeks, but he was still there, alive and breathing and capable of having conversations with others. What was there to complain about when he had that?

He was thankful that Renamon seemed to share the same sentiment about complaints. She was right, it could have been worse. And it sounded as though she was covering far more ground than himself at night, so she was getting to be productive as well. He would have liked to get so far himself, if only he could manage as much. "That must be quite the trip every night if you're coming here. Do you use one of the buses? I wasn't aware that you knew how to drive, Renamon-san!"

Watching the driver from time to time had made Brook curious how just turning the wheel moved the metal contraption, but he hadn't thought to learn the specifics. That would have distracted the driver and probably have caused them to crash!

...An upbeat man. There were fewer of that type in this place than might be thought-- Or perhaps it was more appropriate that there was not more. Either way, it was an interest. Brook had been here long enough that she recognized him, despite not speaking with him previously, and still he kept this kind of mentality. He was either impressive... Or a natural idiot. She wasn't sure which.

The Digimon shook her head in response to the question. "I don't, actually." Use the bus or know how to drive. It hadn't even occurred to her to take one. She idly wondered how complicated it would be... Then decided she'd rather not. The effects of the ring were fine to deal with. "I use one of the teleportation rings," she explained, then tilted her head as she paused. Leanne and Byrne, as well as others hadn't been familiar with the rings. She continued after a moment. "...Some rings were acquired after the night the doors opened to areas they normally did not. They have the same basic capabilities."

Day 63: The Twin Pine Restaurant

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