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.

[free at the moment, pester if you wish]

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"You're just lucky those bags of feathers don't find a lummox like you tasty." Albel replied. If that whole virgin crap was true, at least. It didn't take a genius to figure out that whole thing wouldn't apply to the Klausian. "Or you'd be giving digestion problems to those worms right now."

"Hmph, a waste of time aside from fighting a sniveling maggot." He shrugged. The Elicoorian barely got back inside and the night had already ended. Where did the fucking time go in this dump? Even with such a sad excuse of a weapon, he hadn't taken that long with killing that stupid bird.

"Since when do you care, anyway?"

"Remind me to teach you more adjectives." Cliff replied dryly. "I pity the bird that tries to swallow you."

...Well, he really didn't, but he was sure Albel the Wicked who Couldn't Get Laid would beat the thing until it was maggot sized if it tried. He shook his head a the question. "Just making conversation." He paused. "The kid's up and disappeared again too. 'Thought you might want to know."

So Fayt's gone. It's been a couple of days since that good-for-nothing maggot last nagged him, and the Elicoorian ~~who didn't want to get laid, because such a thing required physical contact~~ hadn't seen him since.

"Hmph, that idiot has a habit of disappearing." Albel replied. "Only to show up again a day or two later."

"Yeah, I know. I was thinking of putting a leash on him. Or maybe just a tag."

Cliff dug into his food, eventually opting to cut it into bites reasonably small enough to fit into his mouth. Albel really wasn't much for conversation but for some reason he was being less of an asshole today. "Are you depressed or something? You haven't even tried to insult me in the last three sentences."

"Do you keep a score or something, maggot? Figures you'd have nothing better to do, being the useless ape that you are." Albel replied, poking his scrambled egg with his fork before finally taking a bite.

The last three sentences...something must be wrong with him.

Ah, and there he went. Sometimes Cliff didn't know when to close his mouth. Irritation flashed across his features while he ate but he waited until Albel finished before he added his own dry remark; "If I didn't know any better I'd think you were starting to like me."

"As if I'd like anything like you!" Albel immediately countered. "I've told you before, you senile lummox, I don't waste my time with such things." Just so they were clear on that (as if the number of insults weren't enough). Albel the Wicked? Liking someone? Never. The idea was ridiculous!

Cliff scratched the corner of his ear, pretending to be bored. "Yeah yeah, I know, hate you too. But even a guy like you needs some allies in this place you know. You'd better have picked some up by now or you're gonna be monster bait before we ever go toe-to-toe."

"I've managed fine on my own, maggot." Albel scoffed. "Why do I suddenly need to drag those worms along? They keep slowing me down anyway, or they do something stupid." Like saving him, which had happened twice already during his stay here.

The Elicoorian didn't understand why anyone in their right mind would do such a thing. But if no one was near, no one would do something so foolish. If he was killed by that rotting scum, he didn't deserve to be saved anyway. Simple.

Day 29: Cafeteria, Brunch

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