Day 69: Sun Room (3rd Shift)

[redcladidealist]

Tomatoes in both choices. Lloyd's face fell the moment he heard the announcement, and with a groan he let his forehead thunk against the table in the Sun Room. He couldn't even ask if he could have a sandwich made without tomatoes in it. The lunches were already made, his nurse holding one of each in her hands. Unhappily, he accepted the one that had meat. Maybe something could be salvaged from it.

Ignoring his nurse's cheerful parting words to enjoy his meal, the teen waited until she'd stepped away before he took his lunch out of the bag and started picking it apart - only to freeze, heart pounding unevenly. A deep, rattling breath had just- Lloyd didn't even finish the thought. Something was here! He whipped around, not even sure how he was going to defend himself. The only thing he had was one of those plastic spoon-forks, and if he was up against that same thing they'd run from last night-

There was nothing. Nothing but nurses and patients passing by. Not even any cats. No one else looked like they'd even heard anything. Lloyd's eyes darted around, but still nothing showed up.

Come on, I know I heard it...

[For Ed and Al!]

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[idolism]

Maybe it was a good thing that Aidou had slept late that morning; he had gotten to skip the whole affair of eating breakfast in the cafeteria, and he'd missed seeing the specimen of poor hygiene sharing his cell. Some things were better missed.

Nonetheless, the day still felt long. Aidou retreated to the Sun Room to set up his usual watch over the bulletin board, lunch in tow. Try as he might, he was unable to suppress a yawn. Was this what repeated failures did to a person? Sapped their energy? Made them complacent?

Life had been far happier when he'd been ignorant of such frustrations.