Day 26: Cafeteria, Lunch

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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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Shower had been both brief and sort of boring. Seishirou liked the fact that Tatsumi seemed almost scentless in his polite distance, but even if he did recognize both the entertainment value and the use of such people, it usually did not thrill him to engage himself in long conversations in roundabout ways. Some other day he might have enjoyed teasing and flirting, but for some reason that was not today. Tatsumi certainly was pretty. He spotted the man when he entered the cafeteria and smiled to himself quietly. Maybe some other day he'd find out what was hidden behind the pretty and polite, when the fancy would strike him.

But for now, he was far more fascinated by the pasta. Any place that would serve pasta for lunch could not be completely evil. At least not on Seishirou's scale. Unlike Max, he was quite willing to forgive Mr. Landel his annoying ways for having such a nice chef.

He piled a good amount of pasta, tomato sauce, salad, and garlic bread on his plate and then turned to eye the cafeteria with critical eye. Now, where to sit? The variety of people in here was delightfully different. He had not yet found himself bored too often.

If he had been any less uncaring of both social grace, he might have searched further for his lunch time entertainment. The man didn't seem too happy at the moment, momentarily even angry or annoyed. Short black hair and bulky frame, whoever they were, at least they had been working out. Seishirou carried his tray to the table and paused beside it, smiling friendly. "You mind if I sit down?"

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Logan was becoming edgy. It bothered him that he couldn't remember what he thought he knew about symbiotes. That, and the fact that the blond kid was seemingly starting to get angry, was making him very tense indeed. He wanted to go over there and just grab the kid by the scruff of the neck, and grill him until he spilled everything he knew.

He was snapped out of his reverie, however, by a very tall, very pale man approaching his table, smiling. He wasn't particularly in the mood for conversation or company at the present moment.

"I'd like ta say 'it's a free country', bub, but right now that don' seem ta be true." He half-shrugged, trying to put on an air of indifference. "I ain't gonna stop ya."

He wasn't going to offer any more than that for now. Still distracted by the other conversation, he picked idily at the remainder of his food.

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Unfazed by the nearly unfriendly response, Seishirou lowered his tray to the table and pulled himself a chair. "Thank you."

He arranged the tray on the table to his liking, bread here, water glass there, the plastic utensils here... Then he glanced at his random company and smiled at him warmly, eyes curving into pleased half moons. "It smells wonderful. I'm glad they seem to be thinking feeding us well is a good idea. Starvation would put me on a bad mood, indeed."

Laughing lightly to his own words, he offered his hand over the table. "I'm Sakurazuka Seishirou. Nice to meet you."