Aggravation wasn't really a good way to start the day off, but there was no helping it by this point. Unfortunately, he had no one but himself to blame for it. Klavier understood all too well how this place could be both physically and emotionally draining. He regularly found himself exhausted. But he was no exception; everyone else was exhausted as well. So there was absolutely no excuse for him to have slept through the entire night like that. Moreover, he was shaken by the idea that he had so easily closed his eyes and let his guard down during the most dangerous hours this place had to offer. It was careless.
Perhaps it was a testament to the heavy toll this place had had on him. Maybe he had needed the rest. He felt a little more refreshed this morning, admittedly, so perhaps it was for the better in the end. But he still didn't like it.
He also didn't like this atmosphere lingering over the cafeteria as he walked in. There was no proper way to pinpoint it exactly. People often looked desolate first thing in the morning, after all. Despite that, there was a noticeable heaviness on many of the faces he walked by. The room itself seemed more hushed and tense. It wasn't exactly difficult to speculate that something or several somethings had happened the night prior. Just wondering about what exactly he may have missed made him nervous, especially if it garnered this kind of mass reaction.
Klavier gathered his breakfast, quietly eyeing the people around him more than his food and trying to guess. His best bet was to probably check the bulletin after eating, but that was a limited source since it was so public. Interrogating people first thing in the morning probably wasn't a good idea either, and people were probably going to be irritable and jumpy all day. He had no choice but to be patient... and careful, he supposed.
It was for that reason he decided it might be best to sit with someone who didn't seem so openly depressed and at their mental limits. One such person was a white-haired man (not old; just white-haired) who seemed more focused on gorging himself on his breakfast than anything else. Sitting with someone like that, the worst that could happen would be getting ignored in favor of french toast. A reasonable choice.
"I'm guessing it tastes pretty good," he said as he placed his tray down in front of the seat across from the man. He offered a light, harmless smile. "I'd been wondering if they did it any justice."
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Perhaps it was a testament to the heavy toll this place had had on him. Maybe he had needed the rest. He felt a little more refreshed this morning, admittedly, so perhaps it was for the better in the end. But he still didn't like it.
He also didn't like this atmosphere lingering over the cafeteria as he walked in. There was no proper way to pinpoint it exactly. People often looked desolate first thing in the morning, after all. Despite that, there was a noticeable heaviness on many of the faces he walked by. The room itself seemed more hushed and tense. It wasn't exactly difficult to speculate that something or several somethings had happened the night prior. Just wondering about what exactly he may have missed made him nervous, especially if it garnered this kind of mass reaction.
Klavier gathered his breakfast, quietly eyeing the people around him more than his food and trying to guess. His best bet was to probably check the bulletin after eating, but that was a limited source since it was so public. Interrogating people first thing in the morning probably wasn't a good idea either, and people were probably going to be irritable and jumpy all day. He had no choice but to be patient... and careful, he supposed.
It was for that reason he decided it might be best to sit with someone who didn't seem so openly depressed and at their mental limits. One such person was a white-haired man (not old; just white-haired) who seemed more focused on gorging himself on his breakfast than anything else. Sitting with someone like that, the worst that could happen would be getting ignored in favor of french toast. A reasonable choice.
"I'm guessing it tastes pretty good," he said as he placed his tray down in front of the seat across from the man. He offered a light, harmless smile. "I'd been wondering if they did it any justice."
[sorry it took so long getting to this]