Day 61: Recreation Field (Shift 2)

[complicatedliar]

Loki wasn't entirely thrilled about returning to the recreation field, though he supposed it would be nicer during the day. And without the annoying presence of Riku. Some fresh air would likely do him good; that was what Sif and Thor had always claimed right before they dragged him out of the library.

He wasn't entirely certain if that was a pleasant thought or not. It was still far too mixed up and painful.

He was allowed to go back to his room and pull out every bit of warm clothing he had, bundling up as much as he could. As he followed the nurse out into the field, he also wondered if this meant he would miss out on the greenhouse, since he'd arranged to meet Soma after lunch. That had priority, of course, but he did find plants interesting. At least it was good to know there were activities they were forced to participate in during the day that weren't as horrifically painful as, say, what the music room would indicate.

Good to know that as prisons went, it wasn't all just torture, torture, torture. Some variation was good for the mind.

He wandered along the crunchy, dead grass, for now steering clear of the few other patients. The air felt much better during the day, smelled much better to him as well as he sniffed at it. even if it was cold enough to make his nose hurt. It reminded him uncomfortably of Jotunheim, and...

But at least here, there was sunlight. He wasn't trapped in that dark place as sometimes was in his nightmares.

Loki stopped about halfway down the field, tilting his head back to take in the thin sunlight, his eyes slipping shut.

[Here, angel angel angel... :D Castiel!]

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[threepwood]

"Guybrush Threepwood," he returned, his smile more genuine. "Mighty Pirate."

The guy seemed friendly enough, at least. He decided to venture being a little more honest (a surprise, given his career), since most people he'd met probably wouldn't have taken such a strange excuse for such close following and intense staring so lightly. "As for your hair, I... mostly thought you might be in the wrong place for this shift."

[vulpinisms]

The man's name sounded foreign; it was certainly a mouthful. Kurama was hesitant to try pronouncing it, lest he get it horribly wrong once he tried. The epithet that the man added at the end threw him off for a second.

"'Mighty Pirate?'" Kurama repeated, with a raise of a brow. The gesture wasn't meant to be mean, though. He was curious. "Is that a title? Occupation, perhaps?"

Kurama blinked at Guybrush's explanation. Thought he was in the wrong place? ... Oh. Right. ... How should he react to that? It prickled that he still got questions and comments about his gender, but at least Guybrush wasn't being snide about what seemed to be an honest reason. Besides, from the back, it probably was confusing.

He gave a sigh, but didn't otherwise show any offense at that. "Ah no, I'm male, despite my hair. But don't worry about it; I've gotten that before."

Deciding a change in subject was due, Kurama asked, "Are we allowed to check what's in this shed? I saw it last night and wasn't able to check its contents then."

[threepwood]

Minor relief crossed Guybrush's face as they skirted the topics of his title (which he'd explained more times than he felt he had to for something so self-explanatory, anyway) and Shuuichi's hair (at least he wasn't the only one who'd thought he was a woman) in favor of something more expository.

"In the shed? You mean now?" Guybrush asked, raising an eyebrow. "I don't know, to tell you the truth. I'm not allowed within fifteen feet of anything that looks like it has the slimmest chance of being stolen. They apparently give every nurse a briefing on my rampant kleptomania upon arrival." He waved his hook in the air as he spoke, making light of what was probably the truth.