When Phoenix had entered the Institute once more, he'd worried that he would be forced back into the military outfit - but as time passed and he was guided back to the area where the men's rooms were kept, he realized that the worry was unfounded and he was being allowed to wear what they had given him that morning. A relieved emotion flooded Phoenix, though he had to wonder if there was a reason why they hadn't forced him to change back - a kindness, or was there a purpose?
The soldier hadn't said much to Phoenix, only enough to direct him to follow him, and once they arrived at M57 the soldier stopped. "Your room," the soldier said simply, before he opened the door expectantly, as if he wanted to make sure that Phoenix was going to enter. Stepping inside, Phoenix was greeted with the sight of an identical room to what he had awoken in the previous night (though most of it was memorable merely by how it had felt) - and the door was pulled shut and locked behind him as he stepped past it.
Standing there for a moment awkwardly, Phoenix's gaze was quickly caught by the sight of the man sitting upon one of the beds. He looked young, with long, black, spiky hair that Phoenix couldn't help but to compare to his own - and the defense attorney tried to summon up a convincing smile, as he wanted to make a good first impression. "Hey," he said in greeting, as he took a few steps into the smallness of the room.
As Zack was preoccupied with eating, Phoenix didn't offer a hand to shake, as he didn't want to force him to balance trying to eat with trying to match the gesture. Phoenix couldn't help but to notice the pinkness of the food he was eating, however - a cross between pepto bismol and the slime toys he used to play with when he was a child. Sitting himself down on the bed opposite of Zack, Phoenix rested his hands on the edge of the mattress. "That looks delicious," Phoenix commented wryly, as he watched Zack spoon up some of the substance. "I didn't know they made us eat colors around here."
Re: M57
The soldier hadn't said much to Phoenix, only enough to direct him to follow him, and once they arrived at M57 the soldier stopped. "Your room," the soldier said simply, before he opened the door expectantly, as if he wanted to make sure that Phoenix was going to enter. Stepping inside, Phoenix was greeted with the sight of an identical room to what he had awoken in the previous night (though most of it was memorable merely by how it had felt) - and the door was pulled shut and locked behind him as he stepped past it.
Standing there for a moment awkwardly, Phoenix's gaze was quickly caught by the sight of the man sitting upon one of the beds. He looked young, with long, black, spiky hair that Phoenix couldn't help but to compare to his own - and the defense attorney tried to summon up a convincing smile, as he wanted to make a good first impression. "Hey," he said in greeting, as he took a few steps into the smallness of the room.
As Zack was preoccupied with eating, Phoenix didn't offer a hand to shake, as he didn't want to force him to balance trying to eat with trying to match the gesture. Phoenix couldn't help but to notice the pinkness of the food he was eating, however - a cross between pepto bismol and the slime toys he used to play with when he was a child. Sitting himself down on the bed opposite of Zack, Phoenix rested his hands on the edge of the mattress. "That looks delicious," Phoenix commented wryly, as he watched Zack spoon up some of the substance. "I didn't know they made us eat colors around here."