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- yomi,
- zack,
- zero
Day 58: Cafeteria
Anise woke up feeling lucky to be alive. She still felt a bit waterlogged, even though her skin, hair, and clothes were completely dry. During last night's adventures, she'd swallowed a lot of water, and it still felt heavy and disgusting in her stomach. Her arms and legs were tired from treading water. Lying still in her bed, she still kind of felt like she was floating and bobbing in the water.
But she was alive.
Knowing how close she came to death last night, and remembering the lengths her friends had gone to in order to save her, there was no way Anise could let a little discomfort get her down. She had to be at her best today so she wouldn't seem ungrateful to Guy and Claude. On that note, she had to remember to thank them properly, now that she was better able to express herself.
While getting ready, Anise was surprised to actually run into Claude that morning. He came to her room asking for the notebook he stored there (or maybe it was an excuse to see her cute face again), so Anise happily located it and handed it over. She was pretty tired, but the big smile she gave him was genuine. Who wouldn't be happy to see her savior so soon after a dramatic rescue?
After he left, Anise finished re-tying her pigtails into a low position so the military beret would fit on her head, and then she was ready! Even though her stomach wasn't feeling that great, she figured sitting down to a decent meal would help normalize it. And luckily for her, she was among the few who had the privilege of eating such a meal. Anise filled a plate with french toast topped with syrup and fruit, accompanied by small portions of each of the available side dishes.
It looked like she was early, which meant there weren't a lot of people around. That was okay, though. Anise could get a good head start on her meal before any company came around. She sat down at a table by herself and started on her sausage first.
[for Tolten!]
But she was alive.
Knowing how close she came to death last night, and remembering the lengths her friends had gone to in order to save her, there was no way Anise could let a little discomfort get her down. She had to be at her best today so she wouldn't seem ungrateful to Guy and Claude. On that note, she had to remember to thank them properly, now that she was better able to express herself.
While getting ready, Anise was surprised to actually run into Claude that morning. He came to her room asking for the notebook he stored there (or maybe it was an excuse to see her cute face again), so Anise happily located it and handed it over. She was pretty tired, but the big smile she gave him was genuine. Who wouldn't be happy to see her savior so soon after a dramatic rescue?
After he left, Anise finished re-tying her pigtails into a low position so the military beret would fit on her head, and then she was ready! Even though her stomach wasn't feeling that great, she figured sitting down to a decent meal would help normalize it. And luckily for her, she was among the few who had the privilege of eating such a meal. Anise filled a plate with french toast topped with syrup and fruit, accompanied by small portions of each of the available side dishes.
It looked like she was early, which meant there weren't a lot of people around. That was okay, though. Anise could get a good head start on her meal before any company came around. She sat down at a table by herself and started on her sausage first.
[for Tolten!]
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He was back in his usual military uniform, none of which was shredded or bloodied. Ippo brought his hands up to his face to check that they were human again before a relief so heavy washed over him that he collapsed into his calloused palms. His big shoulders shuddered as he began to cry softly, filling his hands with salty tears. What would have happened if he had stayed a monster permanently? Being unable to box would have been the least of his worries--but no, he had to remind himself. That ship had sailed now that Miyata had dropped him and their promise.
Whatever reprieve he had felt from being human again turned sullen and dark as he obediently got out of bed with a tired frown to meet the soldier responsible for him, whom inevitably barged through the door. He wasn't sure if it had all been simply a nightmare, or perhaps a psychotic episode. As he walked behind the man to the cafeteria, the boxer felt every joint and muscle and bone ache like he had just been hit by a truck, or by one of Sendou's punches. Those were about two tons of force as well. Man, what he wouldn't give to be pummelled by that man. The truth wouldn't be so scary then.
With a tray in hand, Ippo sulked pathetically through the sea of patients. He didn't bother trying to sit by anyone. The boxer wasn't very fit to be around anyone what with the giant storm cloud raging above him. Taking a seat by himself, Ippo began to eat his food with the precision and passion of a machine. He was numb to the taste and the atmosphere around him.
[Izaya]
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Granted, the food they'd been serving lately left a lot to be desired, but in the grand scheme of things, it was a small sacrifice; for the sake of his hobby, he would persevere. And speaking of his hobby...
Izaya had turned to the gathering pack after receiving a bowl of his so-called breakfast, looking from face to face until he spotted a particularly gloomy-looking one. And wasn't that... Ah, it was! Makunouchi Ippo-kun, the professional boxer.
He picked his way across the cafeteria until he reached Ippo's table, setting his tray down across from the young man. "Good morning, Ippo-kun," he said, with an amiable smile on his face. "You slept well, I hope?"
From what was written on Ippo's face, Izaya doubted it.
Sorry big typo
"I'm not sure I even slept," Ippo said with a nervous laugh. Even if last night had been terrible, he didn't begrudge his friend the question in return. It was just basic manners, as his mom would say.
"Uhmm, did you--Th-That is, were you....." Of course, Ippo couldn't word it as cooly as Izaya, but now that he had started this attempt (no matter how terrible it was or would become), he had to finish it. "Was your night, uhmm, okay?" Now that he had finally come out and said it, the boxer picked at his spoon anxiously and hoped he hadn't just shot himself in the foot for being so easily flustered. He liked Izaya. The other patient was handsome and from the city as; Ippo would be hard pressed to find anyone else that had that much in common with him--Well, handsomeness aside, Ippo ammended quickly. Izaya was in Miyata's level of pretty--No, handsome he meant! You weren't supposed to call a guy pretty, right?
No worries :3
"It was pleasant enough," Izaya answered. In truth there had been so much more he'd wanted to do last night that he simply had not had the opportunity to see through, but it certainly could have been a lot worse than it had been.
He paused after the answer, adjusting the bowl on his tray as he considered how to ask Ippo more. The military styling had returned today, but Ippo had seemed so open to believing the hospital staff when they'd spoken yesterday... It seemed like a shame to crush that willingness so soon by careless wording.
Finally, he settled on using the terminology prevalent on the bulletin board: "But you... To not get any sleep at all; you didn't have any bad dreams, did you?"
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But no, like his friend suggested, Ippo had weird dreams. The boxer knew very well that stress was a big factor in restless sleep. He had been there a few times before a match. Still, it didn't make the dreams any less haunting.
"Yeah, I had a really bad one," he conceded, though the loaded word flew right over his head. Subtlety and Ippo mixed together like oil and water. "I woke up really exhausted this morning. I'm not used to being so tired after sleeping..." But he hadn't exactly been training his endurance every day like he used to. Maybe he was losing steam along with his sanity.
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Izaya took a moment to dip his spoon into the gruel and bring it up to his lips for a taste (ugh, still boring) before pursuing the topic. "Would you like to talk about it? It might help to get it off your chest."
While he was less interested in helping and more interested in what had happened, he thought a politer approach would serve him best. Make it sound like telling Izaya was a good idea, and leave the decision up to Ippo in the end; that was always a good way to do things. That way, he never forced anyone's hand. That way, all he did was make suggestions, or give a little push here and there.
But he couldn't pressure Ippo, either. After another pause, in which he'd returned the spoon to the bowl and debated whether it would really be worth it to continue eating the gruel, he added, "Of course, if you don't want to, I'll understand, but..."
Well, in that case, he'd just try to push a little harder.
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"It was just a weird dream. I was running around the institute and for some reason I got turned..." He really didn't want to say. Not that Izaya could make the connection since he wasn't much of a boxing fan, but it was still just so... stupid. "I turned into a sheep for some reason. Pretty dumb, right?" Ippo laughed and took a few bites of his gruel. Okay, next topic of conversation, please!
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Up until the young man had said that, Izaya had thought that he was just continuing to use 'dream' to describe that night's experience to follow suit (whether or not he believed it was actually a dream was another matter). But he hadn't been prepared for something like that, that he wondered if maybe it really was just a dream after all. But while humans getting turned into sheep sounded like something completely fantastical, so did teleportation and headless horsemen...
And either way, it was interesting. If it wasn't a dream, how had something like that occurred? And if it was a dream, what had Ippo's mind put together to create it?
"I don't think it's dumb," Izaya refuted, with a simple shake of the head. "After all, you must have dreamt it for a reason. Was there something that caused you to... change?"
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The memory was a bitter taste in his mouth, and worse, nostalgic. That was his friend through and through and he missed him now. God, he was such a masochist!
"Well, it was... The pills, you know," he said as if it was a rather obvious answer. "I remember something about pills... And then my roommate disappeared--in m-my dream, of course!--and so I panicked and ran for the pills. I thought I was going insane or something," the young man laughed, embarrassed. "It's funny, I don't remember most of my dreams... M-Maybe this one was so bizarre It was hatd to forget..."
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"I see," Izaya said evenly, lifting his spoon again for another helping of his unpleasant meal. The spoon returned to the bowl once more once he'd swallowed, and he started pushing it around, swirling through gruel in large loops.
Ippo had also said he'd been stressed, that his day hadn't turned out well. He'd looked like he'd been having a hard time of it when Izaya had first approached him yesterday, but had something more happened since then? Beyond the sheep incident? But while Izaya's mind was now focusing on that topic, there was still the matter of how to approach it.
"So, did you get a visitor yesterday?" he asked finally, making an assumption about what might have ruined the remainder of the boy's day. Ippo had said he'd wanted to see someone, and if no one had shown up... "I was fine with not getting one myself, but I know how you were looking forward to it. Ah, but I did get a letter from—"
He cut off suddenly, and had to fight a grimace from crossing his face at the memory of the baffling letter from Shizuo. From 'Ivan'. There was a pause that was dragging on long enough to become noticeable before he finished, "—someone I know."