damned_institute | Day 26: Cafeteria, Lunch

Scar felt cold and sick, though more the latter than the former. As he rose from his bed, he didn't quite know which way was up, and the artificial light coming from overhead seemed as hot and as blinding as the Ishbal sun.

His head hurt, but that was nothing new. After all, the last thing he remembered from the night before was fighting a homunculus off of Lust and then having a conversation about events best left forgotten. The man hadn't been his brother. He just hadn't. And if what Lust had said they'd done to her was true...

Scar stood with shakiness that he wanted to attribute more to a bizarrely weakened physical state than a mental one. Had he been knocked out by some kind of lurking monster before the morning had come? He felt as if he had been out for days, being a veteran of such circumstances, though as he took the practiced role of being an obedient follower behind the nurse and orderlies that came for him, it didn't seem as if much had changed.

This place was probably just playing tricks on him again, and he was tired of being the man left out of the loop. He grabbed some food he didn't really care for and sat down, not seeing anyone he knew already seated. On one hand, he wished he had someone to talk to, and on the other, it scared him that he was no longer used to being alone.

He dug his fork into his food and tried to block out any related thought.

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"Last night," came the curt answer as Kougaiji frowned, head tilting a bit to the side as he gazed down at Goku. "What do you mean 'when'?" As far as Kougaiji knew, it was still less than a day ago when he and Goku had been beating each other stupid.

And yet, now that he spared a moment to notice such things, Goku did not wear bruises and injuries like Kougaiji did. Either this was not Goku at all, or Hakkai's healing abilities were quite beyond what Yaoine's weeds and potions could do. Which was probably just the case, but even given that fact, the whole situation felt a bit off.

If not by anything else, Goku was giving food a second seat in favor to stare at Kougaiji. He would have done the same thing if given a mirror and some time indulge himself in nervous breakdown over round ears. But from Goku it was a bit too much to pass as something common.

He narrowed his eyes sharply down at Goku, leaning over the back of the chair slightly, perhaps to get closer look, perhaps just for support. Whatever the case, his crimson eyes were good fifteen centimeters closer when he stopped to shake his head slightly, and added yet another pair of questions, just to make it even. "What is this place anyhow? Were you brought here too last night?"

That earned a glare from Kougaiji, however, lacking in weight, more dipping towards the embarrassed end of that deal. It was quite unfair even if he said so himself. Here he was, bruised, broken, and totally clueless in front of Goku who obviously had it better. And Kougaiji had been the one walking out on Goku the last time (, which just happened to be yesterday,) because Goku couldn't pack a punch from his position at that moment.

He decided not to answer the question, Goku did that a lot on his own anyhow, and just move on. "Well, I know it's a hospital." The dry tone of voice could have been less sulky if Kougaiji had any say in the matter, but unfortunately he could do little to it now. "So why're you still here"

That would have been the matter the most curious to Kougaiji anyhow. Why any one of them was still here? It didn't seem like anyone would actually want to stay here if given a choice.

He took a seat in the chair he had been gripping earlier, briefly scolding at himself for the fact that it was so easy to fall into not-going-to-attack-you-this-time-either-mode with Goku. But in his current state it was better just pretend he didn't even think fighting could be an option. Goku would kick his ass in few pathetic minutes.

Kougaiji listened to Goku with impatient frown, folding his hands on top of the table and then unfolding them again. Finally he leaned back with a sigh and glanced over the cafeteria to spot the golden haired monk, who was, by Goku's words, content not 'charging' his way out of here.

"I know all of that," he said simply, shrugging a bit as he glanced around at the nurses and then back at Goku again. "There must be over hundred 'patients' here. It's like a small army. Whatever magic they wield, it's not enough to keep this many people here. I guess you guys have time to hang around. I have work to do." He was not used to either being locked up or thinking he couldn't do anything about it. As far as he remembered, he had got to work for whatever he wanted. Limited or not. He guessed his magic was probably just as limited as the fact that he couldn't sense the spirit servants that usually would come to his aid. And yet, that wasn't completely new to him either. He had fought like this before, and he would again.

He could have been naive in thinking he wasn't weak yet. But that was the way he had always been.

Goku's grin received a raised eyebrow from Kougaiji. At least that much hadn't changed. He pushed a lock of crimson hair behind his ~~round~~ ear, fingers slipping down to nudge on the empty earlobe. Before leaving he'd have to figure out where his stuff was taken.

"You mean the guy from the intercom? He seems insane."

Day 26: Cafeteria, Lunch

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