damned_institute | Day 29: Cafeteria, Brunch

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.

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Gluttony? "That's an odd name," The Amazon stated flatly, as if being named after a haircare product wasn't. Then again, he had seemed like a noisy, messy eater. Probably a fitting name, Mousse decided, though he kept his thoughts to himself.

"How long have you been here, Gluttony?" he inquired.

Gluttony shrugged to the man's question. He couldn't remember. More than a day, less than a lot of days? Something like that. "Lust would know," he added. After all, she was so amazingly wonderful and smart and intelligent and knew everything and definitely knew how he got here or how long he had been here.

"How long have you been here?" he asked, in what was probably the first question he had ever asked anyone outside of, "Can I eat that?" Why did he ask, he didn't know. Maybe because he was supposed to. Maybe because Lust would be happy if he asked questions like that. But he did, in fact, ask the question.

That and it would be fun to know how sad he was to be here, so he could know just how fun eating him would be.

Mousse lowered his face. How long had it been? This was the start of his third day. Three days away from Shampoo, trapped in this place for an unknown reason while she, thanks to a time machine or magic, didn't have the slightest idea that he was even missing. Oh, it wasn't FAIR!

"...three days," he said glumly. "Three days without my darling Shampoo."

He sighed sadly and gazed into a far away distance, imagining Shampoo and her beautiful dark hair. How he wanted to see her now, even if she hit him and called him an idiot.

Shampoo? Did he need shampoo to be clean? The bald man scratched his head, clearly not understanding. "They have shampoo in the showers. It doesn't taste very good."

Mousse blinked. "I...what?"

Oh, Gluttony had confused Shampoo with the haircare product. Why did people keep doing that? "No, no. That's the woman of my dreams."

Gluttony blinked a few times. He had no understanding of the concept of a 'woman of your dreams,' unless it was a woman you dreamed of eating. He had several women like that, and then he ate them, and they were yummy.

"Is she tasty?" he asked.

At this comment, the Amazon turned bright red and turned his face away from his companion. Was Shampoo tasty? He'd never gotten the chance to be THAT intimate with her. Oh, but he imagined she MUST be! Thoughts of what it would take to "taste" her and the actions that went with it filled his head as he tried his best to give Gluttony an answer before his mind overloaded with perverse daydreams of ecstasy.

"...I-I don't think we should talk about Shampoo like that." He stuttered.

Of course, had Mousse realized what Gluttony had ACTUALLY meant, he might have been less embarassed and more irate.

Aw, that was sad. Now he really wanted to find this Shampoo and eat her, because she was undobutedly very, very tasty and yummy.

"Why not?" he asked, feeling somehow cheated out of a pleasant eating experience. His stomach growled.

Mousse continued to look away. "It's not right. I mean, it's inappropriate to speak so candidly and base about my DARLING Shampoo!"

He turned to Gluttony and grabbed his hand. "You know what it's like, don't you? I can't put in words how...wonderful she is under normal circumstances. How could I begin to try and imagine how lovely her..." He turned redder, if that was possible. "...taste would be."

He let Gluttony go and shook his head, slamming his good palm on the table. "NO! This is wrong! I will not speak about Shampoo in such a manner!"

...it was one thing for Mousse do declare it, but the fantasies were still dancing about his head.

Gluttony stared off into space, realizing just how true the tasty big haired man's words were. Sometimes it WAS difficult to imagine how amazingly wonderful a woman's taste could be. Or a man's. Or anyone's. It was always so much better than he even expected it to be...it was impossible to conceive.

"It's ok," Gluttony said, salivating at the thought of sinking his teeth into someone so delectable as this shampoo tasty lady. "You can talk about her. What do you think she tastes like?"

To be asked to speak about Shampoo! That was a rare occurence and Mousse took full advantage of it. "Well, Shampoo is so beautiful! I wish she would give me half the attention she gives Ranma..."

Launching into a fullblown lecture, Mousse proceeded to detail all of Shampoo's qualities, characteristics, and anything else he could think of, rambling on about everything except her taste.

Gluttony blinked a few times as he realized the man wasn't talking about tastiness anymore. How boring! Beauty was only important if it was Lust, and Shampoo wasn't Lust.

So he went back to eating. It was alright that the man talked about Shampoo as he talked. Maybe he'd start talking about what he thought she'd taste like eventually...

The Amazon blathered on for a fair time longer about the girl of his dreams before stopping to get a drink. He blinked at Gluttony. "I'm sorry, I got a bit carried away. Is there a woman you desire as well?"

The man had mentioned something about lust. Maybe he was in the same situation as Mousse?

Gluttony blinked a few times. A woman he desired? Well, he had only eaten part of a bird, so he WAS really hungry. He could eat just about any woman here...except Lust, of course. Lust was good and smart and wonderful and didn't need to be eaten because she was Lust. But other women, oh yes, he desired to eat them.

"I'm hungry," he said.

Day 29: Cafeteria, Brunch

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