Day 29: Cafeteria, Brunch

[whiteychan.livejournal.com]

Hitsugaya left the chapel no less frustrated than before. The head doctor once again had chosen not to hide his face, yet promised he would be making an appearance at some time in the near future. He didn't like being patient, but there wasn't much choice. Either the head doctor would show his face, or he wouldn't. Renji had already seen him, and knew how to find him. That was enough.

The thought of eating made him slightly nauseous as usual, but he knew he needed to get his strength up. He could either be weak and try to force his way through brunch without eating anything, or he could be smart and actually give himself something to eat. And there was rice. Rice and fruit. He took a heaping pile of rice, and grabbed as much watermelon as he could fit on his plate, then proceeded to an empty table. He scanned the room, watching for Momo. He wasn't exactly looking forward to their conversation, knowing how she'd acted yesterday; however, he knew he had to speak to her, and there was a good chance that she would show more restraint now that the drugs were out of her system.

Thoughtfully he consumed his rice and waited.

[free at the moment, pester if you wish]

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[norainu]

Now that Allen was on his feet and likely to keep going, Renji let go of him and continued dodging Rhode's missiles, his movements reasonably graceful considering how creaky he felt. He wasn't interested in sticking around longer; the girl had gotten her warning, and he had little doubt that she'd do something stupid just to spite them at this point, so she'd end up dead. It wasn't a thought that bothered him in the slightest.

Though he did snort when she said something about being fair. She still didn't get it, and he doubted that she ever would. It made him wonder, that this was the sort of thing Allen put up with. The kid needed to grow a spine.

[broken-exorcist.livejournal.com]

Allen did what he could to get out of the way of the coming sticky mess, steering clear of the better part of it. There were a few small stains on his shirt, but at least it wasn't in his hair like the meatball from a few days ago. That had been quite a bother. He hurried out of range and back to their table.

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