damned_institute | Day 29: Chapel

Hiei didn't give a damn about religious services, meditation, or pretending to be social. The always sudden waking after night put him in a bad mood, this one particularly so. Even with Kurikara licking him like some perverted moron, the warmth the dragon provided was welcome in Hiei's bed, and missing when he woke, giving the surrounding air a greater sense of chill.

But the perfect thing to relieve his anger might just be making an appearance that morning, and that at least gave Hiei hope for a decent day.

Hopefully Kurikara and Kurama both would be clever enough to figure it out for themselves. Without hesitation, Hiei demanded to be led to the temple, taking a seat in one of the rear pews. Humans had a way of overdoing things, and this place wasn't really much exception to that. Granted Hiei's limited knowledge prevented him from realizing there were much more outrageous churches, but to the demon, the colored pieces of glass and polished wood seemed to be much.

It didn't matter, however. Either could be turned into weapons, perfect objects to slice into that damned head doctor's throat or bash in his skull. That was a thought worth grinning about.

[Feel free to pester. Just, uh, be aware that he's not exactly nice.]

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"I know what you mean." Though, Sanji added mentally, he'd already been in two fights since he arrived - and not against monsters. Not all of them did get along, but really that went without saying.

The chef frowned as Allen's hunger made itself known. He was no stranger to hunger, and he hated hearing grumbling tummies when he wasn't in any position to fix the problem. A fleeting memory from the night before caused him to "Hm" lowly. "I think I do recall saying I'd cook for you, didn't I? I don't know when or if I'll get a chance to do that here. We made it to the kitchen last night, but..." There was no need to add further to his embarrassment. "Breakfast shouldn't be too long from now."

Allen's cheeks reddened with embarrassment as Sanji drew attention to his stomach's pleas for food. It wasn't as if he could help it really, but it still made him feel as if he lacked some sort of self control. After losing so much blood last night, not to mention all the times he'd used his Innocence, he was running on empty. If he didn't get food fairly soon, he was certain he'd pass out from hunger alone.

"Eh heh," he gave a weak laugh. "That's really alright. Much as I would appreciate it, it seems unlikely given our circumstances. I do, however, hope that the wait for breakfast isn't much longer. The food is good, but it feels like I'm always starving around here."

Sanji grinned. "Well, you're a growing boy!" he said, patting Allen gently on the back (because he didn't know where all the boy's injuries were). "You need to grab yourself seconds or thirds. Find a real pliable nurse." He knew some of the women here were like that - he'd seen plenty shoving food at unwilling patients in the cafeteria.

He didn't go into his own feelings regarding the food they served here. He would eat it anyway, but he really wished they'd allow him back in the kitchen to help out some.

"I try," he admitted. "If I'm not in good health, it does make it difficult to defend myself properly in the evenings. I can't use my Innocence as well. Er, n-not that I don't like food just for the sake of food!" He gave a short laugh, but quickly quieted as he remembered where they were. Being too noisy would likely as not find them with rapped knuckles or an angry lecture.

"Your...wha?" Sanji blinked. He couldn't use his innocence as well? Was he some sort of con that batted cute eyes in the hopes that people would leave him alone? That didn't seem right. It certainly wouldn't work on monsters, anyway.

He rubbed at his head again, trying to bring the events of the previous night into clearer focus. How had he met this kid? Hadn't he...? "Oh! Is that the shit you did with your arm?" Sanji flexed his own arm as if the visualization would help.

"Innocence," he repeated, unwrapping just a small portion of the bandages around his left hand and revealing the small silver and black cross embedded in the reddish flesh. "It's an anti-akuma weapon- er... how we fight. Er, yes, mine is in my arm, but it isn't always so. They're all different."

He shrugged, "but mine is parasitic, so I have to make sure to eat a lot." He gave another quiet laugh. "Otherwise it doesn't have much punch to it."

Anti-akuma? He fought demons? Well, that wasn't too hard to believe, was it? What with the way this place was. Sanji himself had been on an island full of zombies before he'd arrived. The fact that it was parasitic, though... that didn't sound pleasant at all.

"How about I grab extras with my own breakfast, then swing by you and hand some off before I find my friends?" The chef grinned again. If Allen wasn't careful, Sanji would make it his sworn duty to see the kid properly fed.

Allen's face lit up when Sanji mentioned the offer of food. "Really?!" his voice was loud in the quiet chapel and he immediately quieted. "That- that would be wonderful, thank you!" A large smile spread across his face and his mood seemed to improve just from the small gesture.

The chef kept up the grin, glad to see the kid so cheerful. It'd be a bit of a payback, but he wasn't really going to count that up. He just enjoyed seeing people happy when fed - though it would have been better if he could have been able to make the food himself.

"Yeah, sure thing! And whenever I get the chance. You just keep smiling like that."

His cheeks colored slightly, but he did as asked and continued to smile. For one of the first times since he'd arrived, it was genuine. It might seem silly that something as simple as food could brighten his spirits so much, but to each his own. "It's very kind of you," he added. "Let me know if there's anything I can help you or your crew with as well, won't you?"

"Well.." Sanji's grin became a somewhat sheepish half-smile. "Technically you've already helped me." And had promised not to mention it. That was the important part. "But if you ever come across any cigarettes? If it's even possible to get them here... I haven't had a smoke since I arrived. I'll get you the food either way."

He didn't expect much from that, since he'd yet to meet anyone who could actually deliver. It couldn't hurt to ask as many people as possible, though.

Cigarettes? Master Cross had really liked those too. Allen had never been fond of their distinct smell, usually accompanied by the scent of alcohol, heavy on Cross' breath. Not everyone who smoked was as nasty as that though. Section chief Reever did as much, but he was still a nice person.

"I'll see if I can find you some," he said earnestly. Perhaps if he could ever get a decent poker game going he might earn a few. They were given in placement of chips often enough. He'd never used them, but Cross was usually happy for whatever spoils he could get his greedy hands on. "Is there somewhere here that they keep them? Or do the patients even have any?" There was always the employee's pockets or locker rooms. They wouldn't miss one or two, right?

Day 29: Chapel

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