damned_institute | Day 28; Bus 3

There was, Naomi decided, some sort of cosmic irony in all of this. Not that she was trapped in a deranged and possibly other-worldly asylum with a man she'd idolized for years and a boy who was being investigated for - among other things - the murder of her fiance. No, at this point, those were perfectly normal occurrences. Rather it was the soft, pretty, feminine pink sweater dress she'd been stuffed into in the morning. A chance to wear normal clothes, and she looked like a soccer mom. The white blazer and white boots only made her look like a soccer mom who maybe hadn't given up gogo boots.

It was humiliating. Why couldn't she have jeans and a sweater? And sneakers? Something she would conceivably wear? Not this damned pink monstrosity. And her nurse kept saying how pretty she was.

She didn't care if she looked pretty.

Grumbling to herself, and taking it out on her muffin, Naomi was shoved onto an empty bus and told to 'sit tight'. Oh, she'd sit tight alright....

At least she was relatively certain L was alright. She'd spent the whole night with him, and other than falling on his ass, nothing had happened to him. And hopefully nothing would happen to him in town, either....

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Interesting. If the girl were telling the truth, it was possible she knew something of value. The fact that it might be stuck in a childlike mind, however, was not all that pleasing.

"All depends on who it b'longs to," a smile grew across his lips. There had been something utterly delightful about stabbing that creature last night. He wasn't one for wanton destruction, but there were times when it was necessary, even enjoyable.

Well now, that was an excellent point he had made! Rhode should have specified herself, though for her, any blood was satisfactory when it came to this place, even her own. Sometimes there was no choice but to draw her own to satisfy her own cravings. The nurses would probably get upset if they ever found out her masochistic tendencies - i.e. biting a finger and sucking on the blood juuuuuust a little. No, not an acceptable action where these humans were concerned.

"Hmmmm, any works when you're bored, including your own~" she answered casually while she thought of which blood she actually did like best. "But if there's a choice... then human preferably. There's monsters too, and Akuma," a dangerous grin came to her face, "and of course, Exorcist blood is the sweetest."

Now Rhode had lost a bit of tact. Her child-like mentality was now too delighted with the talk of blood - the delicious memories of it in every form she was listing - for her to really think that perhaps the white-haired man actually didn't like blood in her own twisted way. Maybe he was also one of those types that only liked his own when it meant not having to spill others - the sickening martyr. Or maybe he was one of those sacrificing Christians with their oxen and chickens and lambs...

But she had determined he wasn't human, so for now, he wouldn't be treated as one until she got some semblance of an answer.

Gin could not say he'd ever been bored enough to consider spilling his own blood. Nor did he spill it just for the sake of spilling it. Most of the time it was carefully calculated out before a drop ever fell.

And exorcists? First Noah's Ark and now this. He supposed if she thought a holy man's blood was... sweet, then she probably fell into the category of "not well liked by the good guys," but who knew? Perhaps they were duped by her innocent looks. Perhaps she said all this simply to get a rise out of people. Perhaps...

"Can't say I've much taste for it," he admitted. "But it does have a nice color I s'pose." Were it an adult, the conversation would be decidedly awkward about now. Gin wasn't uncomfortable, though he'd rather spend the ride sleeping. He didn't have enemies to worry about on the bus, at least not of the shinigami variety.

She peered up at him again, "Awwww, but it tastes good! You should try some!" Rhode wasn't lying one bit in her declaration and was completely sincere in her suggestion for him. Blood-licking was one of her most cherished hobbies, so she'd licked her fair share of other beings' blood. She knew which tasted the best and which was not worth the effort to draw (which was a very small group). Even Akuma were tasty so long as torture was involved. Jasdebbit had always had a problem with Akuma blood though. Strange for a Noah...

What he added after admitting his lack-of-taste left her smile in place. "Blood's really pretty. Especially when it's stained against white~" as she said that, she drew a quick, though playfully slow finger along the side of the man's hair. Only a few strands caught on her small finger, sliding right back down into place as though she'd never touched them. "Your hair's just like Allen's!" she cooed, pulling her finger back when done and setting its tip to her grinning lips.

Though the talk of blood was still present, Rhode made sure to note how he'd responded after he explanations of bloods. Still calm, and now he wasn't even attempting to avoid the conversation with half-answers or returned questions either, nor did he seem the least bit uncomfortable. She wished she had just a little bit of her abilities right then to possibly get a reading on what heart he may or may not have had. Analyzing on sight was a lot more difficult, and far more annoying than simply peering inside another.

At least she could still play regardless.

It was a rare one indeed that would sit next to him out of the blue. Rarer still that they would actually reach out to him in a gesture that might be considered, even morbidly, as affectionate. The only person that actually got near him without being prodded to was Ran, and on occasion Izuru.

Since there was no real animosity behind the gesture, he didn't still her hand. Though if she'd any intention of making good on putting red to white. He wasn't keen on having his blood spilled, nor trying to get it out of his hair. It was not the easiest of tasks when your hair was silvery white.

"Ara~ don't think'm quite your type lil' lady," he paused. "Or is't old lady?..." Gin shrugged his shoulders. "Maybe you'd be best off findin' this Allen fella. M'sure he's missin' ya n' all that, ne?" Pity whatever poor fool that might be.

She only grinned happily, like a school girl might have. "Don't worry, Allen Walker's the one I like. He's so kiiiiiiiind~" Talk of Allen kept her from paying much attention to his comment on her age. She was old, but unlike most women, she took pride in that fact. She was the first child after all, which made her the most special! Except for Tyki, but that was another thing entirely. "And so easy to play with!"

At his suggestion, she finally remembered that it had been Allen she'd been looking for at first! She turned her head a few times to look for the white, but found that she couldn't see past the much taller people that were sitting in their own conversations. After a pout, she looked back up at the white-haired man with another innocent smile. "If you can find him for me, I'll go play with him~?" she asked. After all, he was tall enough to see over the mess of ~~oddly colored~~ hair.

If Allen was here, she knew he would be much more fun to bother, even if this one had proven at least somewhat entertaining. Allen was more important, more vulnerable.

Finally an opportunity for an out. He didn't envy the Walker kid, but better him than Gin. Besides, he probably knew... whatever or however it was she liked to play. Much more than he did at least. Gin sat up in his seat a little, trying to get a good view.

"There's a couple other kids up by the front with th' same kinda hair color." He counted at least three with light, white, or silvery hair. "Dunno which one's y'boy. Might be a dif'rent bus."

Rhode looked up towards the front, then peered out from the seat down the aisle. If this white-haired guy could see a few, then Allen Walker was probably one of them, right? Hopefully.

She grinned back at him. "If he's not up there, I'm coming right baaaaack~," she warned before slipping out of the seat to move forward.

One of the nurses scolded her a bit for getting out of her seat, but a quick puppy dog pout and an explanation that her friend was at the front of the bus - if not, she'd be forced to sit with what was bound to become another plaything - got her a quick escort up to an empty seat. Right next to her most favorite toy.

Day 28; Bus 3

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