damned_institute | Day 25: Intercom, Evening

The intercom clicked on with its usual jingle, the Head Doctor's voice carrying with a bit more authoritative ease than it had earlier.

"Good evening, patients, and I'm pleased to announce that we've finally finished organizing when our new batch of patients will be introduced, and unfortunately, it'll have to be tonight while you're all in bed. Truly sad, that, as I'm sure all of you are eager to see our new faces as soon as possible!

"In any case, the dinner that will be brought to you tonight will be herb-marinated pork roast with buttery corn-on-the-cob and fluffy mashed potatoes. Of course, we have our usual vegetarian salad available to those who request it, along with our regular assortment of drinks."

He paused and sighed. After all, it had been a long day.

"Oh, of course--Some of you may be unhappy to hear that Dr. Crane and Dr. Jiyani will no longer be serving us here at Landel's Institute. For those of you who were scheduled to have sessions with them, we'll be providing a substitute group therapy session in upcoming days. More details on that tomorrow.

"I believe that's all for now. Enjoy your dinner!"

The intercom clicked off.

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Finishing up the stretching with a few exercises, Hisoka straightened up and began going through the familiar motions his father had shown him.

Breathe...

It was almost like home. Just without as much hate and fear.

Renji finished up with the pipes and bits of metal. By the time he was done with the needlessly nitpicky task, he felt something approaching normal. Keeping his mind on what needed to be done, on duty, was the key. He focused on moving on, on planning the tasks for the evening out, and shoved the rest away.

I don't have time for being weak.

With the metal wrapped up, he began laying out his other supplies for the night, keeping an eye on Hisoka the entire time. Half of it was curiosity, and half was a sort of paranoia that he didn't want to name.

The feel of Renji's eyes on him the entire time was somewhat unsettling, even though Hisoka could guess the cause. The boy could ignore it easily enough, but he hadn't been watched at all ever since he became shinigami. Dying took away his status of heir to the Kurosaki name, he no longer needed to be constantly pressured to do this or that.

Regardless, Hisoka kept training, the motions almost as familiar as breathing. The five (or six?) days spent not training hadn't done anything to hinder him. For now he would kept practicing though, he could wait a bit before he went to the metal bar (AKA: The makeshift sword)... And he could ignore Renji for the time being. He could try anyway.

Renji did his best not to be creepy about watching. It was just... better than thinking about other things. He was always happy to think about combat, about swords.

He finished laying out everything for the night; the doors were still closed, so he needed some sort of busy work, and he still wasn't feeling steady enough for copying maps. He began to do his own series of stretches, trying not to notice how stiff and sore his arms were.

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