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damned_institute2007-07-08 09:45 am
whiteychan.livejournal.com) wrote in damned_institute2007-07-08 09:45 am
Day 25: Sun Room (Fourth Shift)
The concept of gardening in the greenhouse was not one that Hitsugaya was particularly fond of. It was likely exceptionally warm inside, whereas the young captain had a preference for cold climates. He also needed to make himself available for anyone who happened to want to speak with him. The sun room overall seemed the best choice.
As a warm and cheerful nurse led him into the sunroom, he glanced around. At the moment he was the first one there, which was good, as it meant he could keep an eye out for one of the many individuals who had expressed curiosity about the 'arts and crafts' division. It also meant he could watch out for Omi or this Hellsing woman. He excused himself from the nurse and proceeded to a seat that gave him a good view of the entrance. If not for the fact that he was being held here against his will, he might have felt happy. Real rice. He hadn't had time to eat as much as he had hoped, what with his meeting with Mustang, but he still ate a lot more than he'd had the opportunity previously. Even Momo seemed to be acting more like normal.
As unpleasant as the day had begun, it was turning out to be a good day.
As a warm and cheerful nurse led him into the sunroom, he glanced around. At the moment he was the first one there, which was good, as it meant he could keep an eye out for one of the many individuals who had expressed curiosity about the 'arts and crafts' division. It also meant he could watch out for Omi or this Hellsing woman. He excused himself from the nurse and proceeded to a seat that gave him a good view of the entrance. If not for the fact that he was being held here against his will, he might have felt happy. Real rice. He hadn't had time to eat as much as he had hoped, what with his meeting with Mustang, but he still ate a lot more than he'd had the opportunity previously. Even Momo seemed to be acting more like normal.
As unpleasant as the day had begun, it was turning out to be a good day.
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Which probably sounded more predatory than it needed to in the present context, but such dark moods tended to bring out that side of her.
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Dean wasn't aware a sentence of that nature would surface. Since his conduct thus far could've been likened to a train bound to crash, instead an impenetrable object currently stood in the way. Impossible for the fuming demeanor to instantly meld into peace, his expression subsequent to the answer followed a series of steps: first he blinked, brow no longer furrowed, then he straightened, and as his body was slowly showing evidence of astonishment he remembered speech was a skill.
An uncomfortable silence consumed him before he could finally manage something.
"Oh." Voice significantly soft now, his stare was nothing short of dumbstruck; not a clue what it was she meant by that. Was she a predator to shun, or a friend with unruly tendencies?
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And with that, she turned to leave.
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"... What." A magical weapon? Sounded a little too fantastical for his tastes. The hunter couldn't admit he was on the ball, made painfully apparent by fairly blank features.
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