Day 58: Arts & Crafts (Fourth shift)

[immortale]

Firo was glad to see the end of lunch, if only for the fact that in a few more hours, the day would be over. Night was the only time he had any real freedom of movement, and it was the only time he could do something worth doing, instead of just sitting around.

The usual soldier came to fetch him shortly after the announcement, with only a curt, "Come along, Saviano." Firo frowned, but followed him out of the cafeteria into the Sun Room.

He would have been fine with stopping there, but the soldier apparently had other ideas. When Firo stopped, he went so far as to grab hold of his shoulder and roughly steer him into one of the adjoining rooms, ignoring his protests all the while. The new room was full of round tables with various items like colored paper and paint in the middle, and Firo had a sinking feeling about it. What had the activity mentioned in the announcement been? Arts and crafts?

"What am I supposed to do in here?" he spat at the guard.

"Draw a flower. Make a bracelet. I don't care," was the gruff response before the soldier disappeared out the door.

Firo had half a mind to follow him out, but no—he'd wait a few minutes first, just in case he got shoved back into the pointless room. In the meantime, he took a seat at one of the tables, turning his chair towards the door and leaning his head against one arm propped up on the table.

[For Battler]

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[vstheworld]

Much as Scott really wasn't in the mood to sit down to macaroni art fun times with this guy right now, he knew it probably was better to sit than to cause some kind of scene just inside the door. So he followed Max over to the table, and instinctively tried to pick a seat that didn't have so much glitter stuck to it.

"What did he tell you?" Scott asked, just as bluntly as before. "He didn't seem, like, I dunno... Unstable, did he?"

Peter had every reason in the world to be, but Scott was still hoping for a "no" on this one. Anything that would stop Scott from worrying that Peter would go looking to throw his head on a blade the first chance he got as "penance". Or some similar kind of emo bull. Scott knew all too well through his fannish obsessions that Peter Parker angst could be some of the most dangerous in the world at times.

[boyking]

The way Sam sat in his chair made it clear he wasn't planning to settle down for the long haul at first, but after a moment, he resigned himself to the fact that it...could actually be kinda long.

"Uh." He paused. Scott might be Peter's best friend, but Sam's conversation with Peter had been...personal. For both of them, frankly. Admitting you'd killed someone was really freaking personal, in fact. In the end, he just tackled the easier question.

His eyebrows drew together. "He's going through a rough time." That wasn't really an answer. He sighed. "Look, I'm sorry, it might be better if you just talked to him, Scott."

He felt bad he couldn't help, but the truth was, he wasn't in any position to make judgment calls on Peter. He'd spoken to the kid a total of two times. As much as he got what the kid was going through, he was self-aware enough to know that he was...you know. Kind of identifying a lot with Peter. Which just wasn't the best case scenario for being objective.