Seishin had been spending his time wandering the side of the field, idly watching the patients partaking in the recreational activities. The conversation with Silvestri-san earlier this morning regarding the basement hadn't done anything to ease his worries, and as the day passed they only grew worse. The offering of blood and the fact they had all passed out bothered him. It did not bode well at all, did it?
The nurse came, and the former priest requested to be taken back inside. However, she wanted to make sure that her charge wouldn't retreat in solitude for a second time in a row and once they had arrived in the Sun room she promptly dragged him over to a familiar face on the couch. He had met the self-proclaimed detective yesterday, ironically also because a nurse dragged him over. The conversation hadn't been very pleasant, something the nurse was completely oblivious to as she pressed a lunch bag into the novelist's hands, emphasizing that he had to eat all of it before leaving them alone.
Indeed, his only wishes did not matter. Nor could he be trusted with food, he thought darkly to himself. But none of it showed on his features; Sotoba had at least been good for masking his thoughts and feelings.
"Furudo-san," he started. Though the girl was still a teenager, Seishin had the feeling she wouldn't have liked to be referred to by the 'chan'-honorific. "I hope you've been doing well?"
A polite question, but not entirely insincere. Their first conversation hadn't gone well, but that didn't mean the former priest immediately wished disaster to befall on her.
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The nurse came, and the former priest requested to be taken back inside. However, she wanted to make sure that her charge wouldn't retreat in solitude for a second time in a row and once they had arrived in the Sun room she promptly dragged him over to a familiar face on the couch. He had met the self-proclaimed detective yesterday, ironically also because a nurse dragged him over. The conversation hadn't been very pleasant, something the nurse was completely oblivious to as she pressed a lunch bag into the novelist's hands, emphasizing that he had to eat all of it before leaving them alone.
Indeed, his only wishes did not matter. Nor could he be trusted with food, he thought darkly to himself. But none of it showed on his features; Sotoba had at least been good for masking his thoughts and feelings.
"Furudo-san," he started. Though the girl was still a teenager, Seishin had the feeling she wouldn't have liked to be referred to by the 'chan'-honorific. "I hope you've been doing well?"
A polite question, but not entirely insincere. Their first conversation hadn't gone well, but that didn't mean the former priest immediately wished disaster to befall on her.