Day 60: Arts and Crafts (Third Shift)

[lighthearted]

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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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."

[tender-cruelty.livejournal.com]

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."

[savagestray.livejournal.com]

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.

[strayfag]

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."

[tender-cruelty.livejournal.com]

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."