Nightshift 28: East Wing, South Hall 1-A

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With the thought of food fresh in his mind, Allen found himself hurrying along, his mood just a little bit brighter. It seemed like his stomach was always rumbling in this place.  While the dinner had been sufficient, he was already hungry again after using so much of his strength just to invoke the Innocence back on the bus. 

He had to be careful though, his eyes were still adjusting to the darkness.  Usually the dorm rooms and hallways were safe, but then, usually there weren't giant automobiles and trips into town that ended with everyone being attacked by transforming nurses.  He wasn't going to take any chances if he didn't have to.

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Claude could tell Leon was upset, and, honestly, he didn't blame him. He knew he'd be feeling the same way if he were in the boy's shoes. Leon had missed a lot, after all. But it didn't sound like captives had much control over this mysterious sleeping bug that was going around, so he hoped Leon wasn't blaming himself.

"Well, I'm glad you're okay," Claude replied. "Maybe it was good to get some sleep after last night anyway." That spell-casting had really taken a lot out of Leon, hadn't it? "Besides, things got pretty dangerous once we arrived at the institute again, so you were probably one of the lucky ones, really."

He knew Leon would have been really interested in seeing all the foreign things in Doyleton, but Claude figured it was probably best to make his friend feel better instead of rubbing anything in his face.

"Anyway, the most important thing you missed was that we planned a meeting in Dias' room," the blond added. "I'm so glad I found you. We were starting to get kind of worried, you know?" He shined the flashlight around them a little, just to make sure nothing unsavory was lurking around in the dark. "But yeah, I'm ready to make my over there when you are."

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Well, it was good to know that Claude had been worried about him just as much as he'd been worried about everyone else. He didn't know why he needed such a reassurance, really, but just hearing it made him feel a bit better about the whole situation. About being 'one of the lucky ones' though... he wasn't sure if he believed that.

"Dias's room?" Leon asked after Claude mentioned it, biting his bottom lip only a little at the thought. He still felt rather awkward around the taller swordsman, even if he'd had a couple almost kind words for him the night before. The blue haired man made him feel like an unwanted pest even in the midst of friends sometimes. "Yeah, I'm good."

He patted his journal, once again stuck in the waistband of his pants, and held up the screwdriver with the head down as though ready to stab something or someone with it.

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"Yeah, Dias's room," Claude said, frowning a little to himself just enough to show he wasn't 100 percent in favor of the meeting spot. "If no one's in there, we'll go check out Ashton's room. But I'm pretty sure everyone's supposed to show up in Dias's room."

When he saw Leon was armed (well, sort of) and ready to go, the blond grinned. "Right, let's go then."

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