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Day 27: Lunch
Renji wasn't so certain what this grilled cheese thing was all about, but he liked the sound of some soup. Even if it was strange western soup, well... there wasn't anything bad people could do to soup, in his experience. His good mood was starting to fray at the edges, a little, from the strain of dealing with the Ichimaru issue, and even more from what had been on the bulletin board earlier.
He'd never had difficulty simply writing something before. But...
He shook his head as he entered the line. He didn't want to think about it. He wanted to hold on to the tenuous equilibrium he'd managed to find.
Renji got himself a large bowl of soup, water, and even one of those sandwiches, just to try it. Old habit, recently awakened, had him over to one side of the cafeteria, where the fewest people possible would have the chance to pass behind him. He sat there with his back toward the wall and started eating.
He'd never had difficulty simply writing something before. But...
He shook his head as he entered the line. He didn't want to think about it. He wanted to hold on to the tenuous equilibrium he'd managed to find.
Renji got himself a large bowl of soup, water, and even one of those sandwiches, just to try it. Old habit, recently awakened, had him over to one side of the cafeteria, where the fewest people possible would have the chance to pass behind him. He sat there with his back toward the wall and started eating.
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"So I'm guessing you woke here, and you've got no idea how you got either?" Clark asked, venturing a guess. He wasn't exactly sure what he could do to help Mousse here, but maybe finding out if there was anything in common would solve that problem.
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Probably not, since Clark was talking to him and not long gone, but it never hurt to ask.
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"I just woke up the other day here myself," Clark said. He still didn't know how he got here, or what they knew about him and his family. He was half-afraid to find out. "This place looks like a hospital, but I don't think it's a normal one."
Okay, so he hadn't actually seen any of the monsters people said roamed the halls, but that didn't mean there wasn't anything out there. He'd felt something weird last night, as had the others with him.
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"Do you know any martial arts?" He ventured. If that was the case, perhaps his purpose for being there wasn't so cryptic.
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Okay, that wasn't entirely true. Technically he knew how to fight, but a lot of it relied on his powers than any actual know-how that he'd been taught. Everything he knew, he'd ended up picking up on his own and improvising. But he was supposed to look and act as normal as they came and he couldn't just go around saying he knew how to fight without having to explain himself. The sudden question from Mousse got him thinking though. Was Mousse a martial artist? Clark couldn't imagine him being much use without his glasses, if he couldn't even seem someone not even five feet away...
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Short of Cologne and Shampoo, but they weren't to blame here.