Day 62: Sun Room (Second Shift)

[complicatedliar]

The line of questioning that Rita had begun at breakfast still plagued Loki, as did his own uncomfortable feelings about the entire concept of people being transformed into monsters. It wasn't a useful line of thought, and he needed a better direction to consider.

Hopefully, conversation with Soma would provide that. While she seemed quite stern at times, Loki found her presence oddly relaxing.

Though he had to wonder if perhaps he wouldn't end up seeing her this shift after all, since she might be included in the group that was being herded to the showers. (As much as the statement also was one he greeted with relief, since he was wondering when he'd get an opportunity to bathe. The thought of being trapped in a building with a great many mortals and no bathing facilities had been too horrifying to contemplate.) He'd always been a bit bad at guessing the ages of mortals, mostly because they were so ridiculously short-lived.

Having already established a neurotic fear of the cold with his nurse, there was no difficulty convincing her that he'd be much better off in the Sun Room. Loki settled into his habitual seat, taking a moment to coax one of the cats into his lap. All settled in, he propped his notebook on the arm of the chair and went back to writing.

[Soma?]

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[osoreirimasu]

Oh, there were two of them. Japan tilted his head slightly toward the newcomer's direction - a darker haired man with a beard. No, not a beard. It looked like he had two pairs of cat ears drawn onto his face. No, that was a beard and now Japan felt a little embarrassed at his mistake, vowing to never let this stranger know that he saw cats on his face. A hand was offered along with two voices asking after his well-being, and Japan reached out, taking the hand to pull himself up.

"...Ah, yes... I believe I will be--" He was halfway to standing when he felt a crick in his lower back which stopped him dead. Japan froze, the color draining momentarily from his face, as the pain stabbed in and then slowly receded. "Nngh.....! Y-yes, I believe I will be f-fine...."

He was simply old. A nation as old as him never got away without a few aches and pains, even if he had just rolled across the floor like Doraemon out of a cannon. Letting out a soft breath, Japan pushed himself to a full standing position, one hand on his lower back and bowed his head. The color was coming back to his face at least. He could tell that much and with a bit more time, he would likely be able to leave these poor gentlemen to their previous conversation. "I apologize. I wasn't watching where I was going. I hope I did not cause inconvenience."