Day 59: Sun Room (4th Shift)

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After an intercom broadcast like that, Kurogane felt somewhat better about the little information he'd gotten from Harrington the previous night. The man only sounded competent when he needed to but was an idiot otherwise. Unfortunately that was furthered proof of the General not employing the brightest of staff members, making another option for information closed to them.

Kurogane was again some steps ahead of his escort when he reached the Sun Room and ignored the soldier further as the ninja headed to look over the bulletin. Last time he'd missed something, and he wasn't about to have that happen a second time. With some searching he located Tsubaki's messages to others he didn't know but found nothing either written by the magician or addressed to him. That being the case, he left the board without any of his own writing and sought out a chair over a couch. If he didn't leave open a space by him, he had a better chance of being left alone. Or so he believed.

[free bird! bear]

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[deathandgin]

Admittedly, it was totally pathetic to sort of seize up when someone slumped next to him - seriously, there was an entire room in here, and it wasn't like Alaric had been cursed with the friendliest face - but he did it anyway. He just waited for... something. Something. Nothing.

The teacher was starting to think maybe he had only wanted to unleash that on Damon. There was no way to tell what the connection was. Someone he had once hated? The first person he saw? But he had seen Peter, too, though he hadn't come before Damon. Shit. Shit, what if he had stayed with Peter in his room and ended up trying to kill him? He couldn't have dealt with that. That was just -

He gripped onto the fort topic because it was nice, innocuous, and not already swimming around in his head. "I don't mind that much. It's kind of... you know. Cute. The kids around here need the break."

At least this guy wasn't being a dick so far. Maybe he could have a reasonable conversation with someone for once. He settled his head back against the window, sighing. "Life around here sucks too much. I say let them build a freaking fort if they want it. I'm just surprised anyone actually allowed them to."

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Billy's exhaustion allowed him to smile. The sentiment was a nice one, if slightly foreign to Billy's experience. Whatever the current threat was, it had shown itself slow-moving enough to allow time for meaningless distractions. It made him nervous, and it irritated his overworked fight or flight reaction. It wasn't used to having nothing to do. The only breaks he could have hoped for before were hiding in filthy corners of abandoned buildings with Dane. They would sometimes discuss their plans. Mostly, though, they would stare at the walls, silently side by side.

He folded his skinny legs under him. What he really needed were more mechanisms to avoid his own thoughts. They'd come with time, he guessed, but he was already impatient to stop living in the lows, at the bottom of some deep sea rift. Not even a kraken to keep him company. The other man was right beside him, but somehow still distant. Billy wouldn't go so far as to say he was actually on the surface, though.

"Yeah," he agreed. "I used to, uh, sometimes I would guide tours at the museum I worked at. I was going to say I wasn't used to kids, but I think it's better to say I'm not used to kids acting like kids. The ones that I saw were usually on their best behavior and all that."

He grinned a little, thin and uneven but amused all the same. "No making forts out of specimens."