Day 28: Bus 1

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Zelgadis was not happy, at all. Not that this was any change, but the events of the past few hours had given him more to angst about than usual. Nightshift had been dreadful: first he was attacked by a small green man and then covered in leeches, neither of which lead to warm fuzzy feelings.

And now this.

When the nurse had come into his room with new clothes he had a small glimmer of hope-- some thief had taken his normal Landel's wear in the night, so perhaps this was a change in luck. However, it was not the godsend he had hoped for. Minus the threat of sedation, there was nothing in the universe that could make Zelgadis wear a bright lemon-yellow shirt. There was a jacket of a slightly more tasteful variety, so Zelgadis made good us of it-- he put all his coupons in a pocket and pulled up the hood. It was almost as good as his cloak. Well, no it wasn't, but it would have to do.

With mild protesting, Zelgadis was lead to a large yellow vehicle. He climbed the stairs, took a seat towards the back, and readied himself for another frustrating day of being attacked and threatened with spoons.

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Roland was intrigued as to how Ginji shifted from mood to mood so very quickly. Already it was known that he had multiple personalities (or at least one other personality,) but were there more problems beneath the surface? And if so, how deep did they run and how did they come to be? Normal people didn't act that way- and for something that radically different, 'something' had to be pretty major.

But for now, he quietly chuckled. Ginji was so light-hearted that it was easy for Roland to forget what had transpired between them when they'd first met, and just go with the moment. "I'd have to say that I can and will have to. Won't you?"

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Ginji shrugged. "It will be nice to be outside. I hate being locked up."