As per usual, Klavier was up before his escort had come to the room to collect him for the day. Though it had been several days now, he couldn't say he was adjusting to this whole military shift very easily. The nurses had been a little irritating at times, true, but he would much rather be greeted with a smiling face in the morning than this new stern one. The contrast somehow seemed more apparent with the jarringly upbeat morning announcement by someone he didn't even recognize. Klavier almost had to wonder if he'd woken up in some parallel dimension by mistake. Who the heck was this now? Just how many people were in charge here? And how many were in on this whole mess?
He mulled it over as he quietly followed the soldiers to the cafeteria, sadly used to the routine and the route by this point, before just deciding to file it away as one more thing to add to the list of mysteries. Frankly, it wasn't important at the moment. And he really needed to focus on what was immediately important. He was irritated by his lack of progress and the itchy feeling of having wasted far too much time. He'd spent too much time here. Getting too used to this place. He needed to learn more about this place and get both himself and everyone else out of here. And fast.
For now, though, he had a role to play. There was a pace to these things, and there was little he could do if too much attention was drawn to himself. For now, he was content with staying obscure and figuring things out from the shadows. So despite the sickening-looking garbage they places on his tray, Klavier offered no complaint or comment (which actually did cause his escort to look at him a little strangely). He just took it with a slight wrinkling of his nose before quickly smiling to cover for it and walking off to find a seat.
Klavier scanned the room, trying to find some familiar faces to sit with. He wasn't really in the mood to press his luck by sitting with a potential psychopath at the moment. Something a little lighthearted was a far nicer way to start the day, if he said so himself. So once Klavier spotted Battler sitting alone with his pink mess of a breakfast, it was a quick decision to saunter over and slip into the seat across from him.
He offered a bright smile in greeting, something nice to contrast the gloomy atmosphere created by the staff and circumstance. "Well good morning, Herr Red. I'd say, 'Fancy seeing you here,' but I suppose that would be a bit redundant, ja?" There was a small pause and he blinked at Red with a feigned curiosity. "...You remember me, don't you? Or should I run through introductions again?"
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He mulled it over as he quietly followed the soldiers to the cafeteria, sadly used to the routine and the route by this point, before just deciding to file it away as one more thing to add to the list of mysteries. Frankly, it wasn't important at the moment. And he really needed to focus on what was immediately important. He was irritated by his lack of progress and the itchy feeling of having wasted far too much time. He'd spent too much time here. Getting too used to this place. He needed to learn more about this place and get both himself and everyone else out of here. And fast.
For now, though, he had a role to play. There was a pace to these things, and there was little he could do if too much attention was drawn to himself. For now, he was content with staying obscure and figuring things out from the shadows. So despite the sickening-looking garbage they places on his tray, Klavier offered no complaint or comment (which actually did cause his escort to look at him a little strangely). He just took it with a slight wrinkling of his nose before quickly smiling to cover for it and walking off to find a seat.
Klavier scanned the room, trying to find some familiar faces to sit with. He wasn't really in the mood to press his luck by sitting with a potential psychopath at the moment. Something a little lighthearted was a far nicer way to start the day, if he said so himself. So once Klavier spotted Battler sitting alone with his pink mess of a breakfast, it was a quick decision to saunter over and slip into the seat across from him.
He offered a bright smile in greeting, something nice to contrast the gloomy atmosphere created by the staff and circumstance. "Well good morning, Herr Red. I'd say, 'Fancy seeing you here,' but I suppose that would be a bit redundant, ja?" There was a small pause and he blinked at Red with a feigned curiosity. "...You remember me, don't you? Or should I run through introductions again?"