Day 60: Arts and Crafts (Third Shift)

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Sora wasn't quite sure what to make of his talk with Doctor Facilier. The man hadn't revealed much about himself even as he'd asked all those questions, so it was hard to form an opinion. Sora could only hope that he had proved himself to be more than just a kid over the course of their conversation, though if not, then that was the doctor's loss, right? Sora figured that he was a pretty good resource in this place after having been stuck here for so long.

As for the note that he'd put up for the club, it had gotten a lot of responses already, which he was glad about. It meant that his friends were all safe and sound, and more than that, they wanted to keep working with him. He'd even gotten a few new people to sign up, counting Renji and the other person who had apparently been recruited by Soma. So while they had missed an important opening last night, Sora wasn't going to let that get him down.

Oddly enough, there was a slight change for today, which was that they weren't going to be eating lunch in the cafeteria. Sora stared down at the bagged lunch that was put into his hands. They were usually only given something like this when they went out to Doyleton, but...

If it meant that they would get to go somewhere else for the shift, then Sora wasn't about to complain. The problem was that he'd already been to these rooms so many times that nothing really struck him as exciting. They'd gone to the Game Room just yesterday, though, so in the end he picked out Arts and Crafts.

Figuring that he should get his meal out of the way first, Sora took a seat at a table and started to dig through his lunch. "Hey, grilled cheese!" Nothing to complain about there. Sora unwrapped the sandwich and took a bite. It felt weird to be eating in here, but he wasn't going to let that stop him.

[For Woody.]

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Heine wasn't entirely sure how he'd gotten to the little round table full of crayons and brightly colored paper. He remembered getting body-slammed by about three of the large nurse-things, but that's where things started to get fuzzy. He was sure he'd been pissed off about something. But what it was or why, he couldn't quite connect.

As he reached for the lunch they'd given him- wow he was really fuckin' hungry- he noticed for the first time the brace around his wrist and hand. The hell was that doing there? For a few minutes he stared at the thing in silent annoyed disbelief. He didn't get hurt. He didn't need bandages. But the thing was on him. And it kind of did hurt when he tried to move his hand.

Thinking was a pain in the ass, he decided, managing to grip the juice box anyway and get the straw in his mouth after two failed attempts. This was not right. Juice boxes should not be this difficult. He set the thing down, only spilling a few drops, and proceeded to stare it down, growling out a mean string of curses as he glared pointedly at the happy apple on the box's cardboard exterior.

"..think-yer-a-tough-little-shit-doncha-stupid-fuckin-apple-bitch-your-mo-"

[Badou and Allelujah!]

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Badou's nurse was getting irritated with him and Badou, whose heart was was normally vast and deep as a thousand oceans, gave not a single fuck. He'd slept through second shift, so it was important to stretch his legs by having her take him to every available room for five minutes at a time. It was really a matter of looking after his health, which she was responsible for, and wasn't she glad she'd done all those semesters in nursing now?

Like the champion he was, he'd worn out her tolerance entirely by the time she started leading him to arts & crafts, but there was still no sign of Heine or Alle. The tense silence from his nurse gave him plenty of uninterrupted time to look, but when he finally caught sight of a familiar face in the hallway, relief flashed briefly before he called out.

"Alle," Badou reached for his arm, fully intending to drag him along on his trip to the arts & crafts room. "Got a minute?"

He'd wanted to talk to Alle about last night anyway. Once inside, however, he spotted his darling partner-tan, so of course he had to skip over so they could embrace lovingly, even if Heine was busy staring soulfully into his juice box and whispering endearments.

"You can meet my..." Wait. Wait, what the hell Heine. Apple bitch? "My partner."

"Bro," He added, addressing Heine. "I'm putting the juice in time out, ok, stop talking to it." He scooted the box away a little with the back of his hand. "Guess you're too drugged up for introductions. Why'd you go and get your stupid ass sedated first thing in the morning? And what'd you do to your arm?"

It was more surprising considering the power restoration last night. Sure, Badou was sporting a bandage across half his face and more wrapped halfway up each of his arms, but he wasn't the guy with the magical spine and healing powers.

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"A-ah, Badou?" Allelujah could easily have broken Badou's grip on his arm if he'd wanted to, but really, the surprise of being grabbed and dargged by his friend was enough to keep him from fighting it. Not wanting to get sedated probably helped too, and so he allowed Badou to guide him towards the arts and crafts room.

Badou took them over towards a white-haired man who looked to be having a staring match with a box of fruit juice. Really, what had the juice ever done to him?

He looked completely out of it.

"Pleased to meet you," Allelujah said awkwardly, not entirely sure what to make of this meeting.

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Heine was just about to rip the juice box's paper stupid-ass mascot into as many pieces as he could manage when it started moving away. Once again, his body seemed to fail him as his hand wasn't fast enough to crush the little shit before he made his escape. He turned, recognizing the box's savior immediately. Fuckin' traitor.

The man's words registered in a vague sort of way. Why he'd been sedated, he definitely knew that one. For biting one of the male nurses and breaking the other one's face. Yeah, that was probably it. Why did Badou have to talk so fast?

"Nothing," he insisted firmly, managing a rather painful one-finger-salute with said broken hand. Piece of shit body needed to get its fuckin' act together. "S'fine, see?"

He looked the other person over, managing to at least keep his eyes focused. What the hell did they want him to do? Stand up and dance? He looked a little quizzically from one to the other. It wasn't the first time the other had him meet new people. And despite the medication he cared about as much then as he did now. Though he did want to ask why the fuck Badou looked like he'd gotten into a fight with a wild toaster oven- They were probably in league with the juice boxes... - but all he could manage was a mostly coherent, "whadja do dipshiiiii...t?"

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Being flipped off by Heine was like a demure 'good morning', so he returned the gesture cheerfully. Sedated, Heine was slightly more charming than usual. Badou released Alle so he could drop into the seat beside his partner, and gestured lazily for Alle to do the same.

Someone had kindly left a pot of yellow glitter in the middle of the table, and Badou immediately reached for it. Renamon's news about the gun had left him feeling better than he expected. Life at the institute had been such a clusterfuck of bad luck, even the thought finally being able to really fight was really, really nice.

Sure, his partner wouldn't remember if he talked about it or the basement while he was drugged up, but there were prime trolling opportunities to be had as consolation.

"Heine, this is Alle, my hot supersoldier boyfriend. You two can bond over that when you're sober again." Badou twisted the cap off the glitter easily, not looking at either of them. He was fidgeting with it, he realized, but it kept his hands busy and his tone light. "Alle, this is Heine. Same deal. Try to be friends, ok? It'd be good for us to work together."

When he finally looked up at Alle again, his expression was fairly sober. "And Alle, about what I said last night... Forget it, alright? I was an ass and I'm glad you didn't listen to me."

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Allelujah could only stare as Badou and his... friend exchanged- well, they couldn't exactly be considered words, could they? Not really. Slurred threats might be a more appropriate way of putting it considered what Allelujah heard. He sat down hesitantly when Badou gestured, sitting rather stiffly there and feeling more than a little awkward.

Badou reached for the glitter and he had half a mind to stop him, knowing what he was capable of, but he remembered how attached Badou was to the stuff.

And then of course, he introduced him and he could only stare at Badou for a moment, looking completely taken aback by how he'd put it. "Right," he said, because how did you respond to something like that? "Do you just attract people like us?" he asked after a moment, because really, what were the chances?

He caught on to Badou's suddenly more serious tone and emt his gaze squarely, for once not hiding either eye. He wasn't quite the same after all, as he had been yesterday. "You were an idiot and I wasn't going to listen to you anyway."

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Much as he wanted to be left alone to threaten the rest of his lunch for more information on the juice box and toaster oven, Badou and new guy were staying. While he might have paid minimal attention on the best of days, the sedation did little to help. Badou. Boyfriend. No surprise. Friends?

"Congrashulashions," he plopped down his brownie in front of Badou, the cake making an audible thud as it hit the table.

He raised his eyebrow at the other guy... Al? He understood, if in a detached sort of way. Badou wanted them to work together like some fuckin' after-school special. Looking the man over, the only thing he could see that they had in common was enough patience to put up with the one currently struggling to open a jar of gold glitter. But supersoldiers?

His eyes fell to Alle's neck; no scar. Even if he was close to the same age, he wasn't like Heine or Giovanni. And he was too old to be one of the new ones like Luki and Noki. Heine decided that thinking took way more effort than it was worth. He distracted himself with the rest of his lunch and started rummaging through the bag.

"He's always an idiot," he muttered under his breath. Whether or not the conversation made any sense at all, he could say that much for certain.

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Badou re-closed the glitter pot, and it disappeared into his pocket for now. The brownie, on the other hand, disappeared into his mouth. He was taking Heine's approval in stride. Maybe he'd ask him to be the best man at the wedding.

"You know, I'm startin' to think it's some kind of pheromone." He replied around mouthfuls of Heine's brownie. "It happens a lot. I mean, when it's not people who want to kill me for no good reason."

He wasn't gonna listen anyway. Badou was glad for that, but thought about arguing anyway, just to salvage a little of his pride. Then Heine had to go and open his mouth too. "Hey, don't gang up on me! That's not how friendship works."

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Allelujah shrugged at Heine in response to Badou's words. Really, what else was there to do? He certainly wasn't going to argue with someone who could make him sparkle for the rest of the day. It just wasn't worth the pain and suffering for everyone involved. "At least it balances out?" he offered. "People wanting to kill you versus your own personal harem of professional killers." Seemed like a fair trade to him.

He smirked at the protest, leaning back in his chair and trying to stifle a laugh. "Are you sure? I think it's exactly how it works."