damned_institute | DAY 26: Men's Showers (Second Shift)

Gluttony didn't want to leave his Lust, not after he'd just found her! But the mean tasty nurses said he had to. "You can't join her in the women's showers" was a bad excuse. He didn't like the mean tasty nurses. Maybe Lust would let him eat them later. Still, he knew he would see his Lust again, and that was good. He liked Lust. She was good and beautiful and smart and kind. Why did they have to take him away from his Lust?

Still, he would see her again. And she would tell him it was okay to eat the tasty nurses, and that would be good. His new friend liked eating people, too. That made him happy to find a friend who shared a love for eating people. Today was a very good day.

As he entered the showers, he stood under a shower head and opened his mouth wide to drink up the water. It wasn't as good as eating people, or eating waffles that didn't scream when he bit into them so weren't nearly as good as eating people, but it was still swallowing something, and that made him feel better.

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Farfarello did not particularly care whether or not Ren found him attractive, fortunately; he didn't much care if anyone found him attractive, and was entirely convinced that Schuldig was the only one who ever would, anyway. Also, Schuldig was better at this whole back-washing thing than Ren was.

"Experiments on the patients," Farfarello answered, when Ren asked the obvious question. He all but spit the word 'experiments', much angrier about this idea than the brainwashing, largely because Schuldig had already been the victim of the experiments and Farfarello didn't like people messing with his partner.

Ren's hands still for a split second, taking in what Farfarello said and letting the words sink in. It wasn't surprise, really, but a sense of weary acceptance. So that was it, huh? Experiments. Farfarello couldn't very well see Ren's expression from that angle, and whatever change in demeanor he underwent, it was gone by the time he finished with the other man and stepped away.

Well, that had been slightly awkward.

"Thanks." He figured Farfarello wasn't interested in any kind words about his experience with the experimentation. "What is it tonight, then?"

"Tonight?" Farfarello cocked his head to the side, counting back the very few days and nights he'd been here--it seemed so much longer than it actually was. "Brainwashing. If they come for you or your roomie after dinner, that's why."

Hopefully that that would be the end of the conversation; Farfarello was just about done showering now, quickly washing the few bits of skin as yet not taken care of, and further conversation would just delay him at this point. Besides, he felt he'd given enough information to be a fair trade for the help washing his back.

Well, wasn't that good to know. And no doubt if they came, they'd come prepared to deal with whatever abilities or weapons people used to defend themselves. They must have had a pretty effective method for

Alec, Daemon, Kirihara, those were the three he was most familiar with in the few short days he'd been here, and they came to the forefront of his mind first. Then Eddie, Javert, William, and even Farfarello. Ren frowned to himself. There was such a huge number of prisoners. What could he do to put a stop to any of this? Not much.

Yet.

"Thanks for the information," he said, and smiled. "Don't let me hold you up. But can I ask after the 'temporary employer' you mentioned? Is he or she someone you met here, or someone you knew before coming here?"

Farfarello gave his face another few moments under the spray, wishing he could tell if it was really pleasantly warm, or punishingly hot. Well, he was turning pink but not blistering, which was a fairly good sign he hadn't misjudged.

He barely heard Ren's question, with the shower spray so close to his ears, but he did hear it. Turning his face away from the spray for a moment, he said plainly, "Someone my partner met here. I only dealt with him on a professional basis." And from the tone of his voice, he wasn't too keen on doing so again. Hopefully Schuldig was over that by now, with how ungrateful Rufus had been the night before.

He'd been hoping that Farfarello and his... partner had only been allying themselves with someone they already knew, but like he was never lucky like that. Figures that there would be a 'fighter for hire' situation going on. Wasn't it always like that? Humans were always scrambling for a way to introduce familiarity when they were put in a tight spot. Businessman would try to put themselves on top of the social ladder, and opportunists would offer their skills for payment.

Why couldn't anyone get that there wasn't any 'professional basis'? There was only one boat, and it was a big ocean.

Ren scanned the room absently, attention caught by the beginnings of another fistfight, only this one involved a combatant he knew: Daemon. With a frown more pronounced then the last, he was a split second away from involving himself along with the orderlies.

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DAY 26: Men's Showers (Second Shift)

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