Day 29: Cafeteria, Brunch

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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 son of a bitch," Dean growled, straight off the bat, with the air of someone who's rage had almost reached its boiling point; everything in his features - not to mention the balled fist at his side - said he'd love to swing a punch at the smug bastard's face right about now. Ungh, the feel of bone shattering on impact, it-

Sights firmly stuck to the telepath and his revolting smirk, he heatedly lifted his hand from the surface it rested on and reversed a few inches, standing beside Reno with his arms folded once again, paying sharp attention to their interaction.

This was the Turk's fight. This was the Turk's team Schuldig dared to ridicule. That didn't mean Dean couldn't settle the score by throwing in a complementary hit or two at what was left over.

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[Ack sorry I somehow did not get my email notification]

Despite the fact that both men were now entertaining thoughts of violence towards him, and Schuldig was quite literally incapable of missing it, that seemed to serve only to make him smirk more. After all, pissing them off was, quite obviously, what he'd been aiming for.

"Don't get me wrong," he replied languidly. "Usually Schwarz's talents speak for themselves, and I don't have to say a word. But then again, usually we don't deal with people as dense as yourselves, so they figure it out on their own. I'm just trying to educate you. Think of it like training a dog - sometimes the best way of helping it to get the idea as to what kind of mistakes not to make twice is to rub its nose in the mess it's made. And unless you think Elena being snatched away, Rufus being experimented on, being attacked by Sephiroth, and, well, any of the other problems your group is having aren't really that significant, then I'd say that you all really have been making some shitty mistakes recently. And since the only one of those problems you had fixed was fixed by Schwarz..." Schuldig spread his hands, grinning. "Well, I'd think the results speak for themselves, but again, you're pretty dense."

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Reno actually hadn't been seriously entertaining violence up until the point where he stopped listening, stopped everything. He hadn't been this pissed off in a long time, not even the two nights ago with Yuffie. With Yuffie, at least, he'd been aware enough of what he was doing to hold himself back.

Without a second thought, he sent his lunch tray flying in Schuldig's direction the same instant he reached out to snag the telepath's wrist with his left hand, twisting it and yanking him close in one lightening fast motion. He stopped just short of snapping the wrist altogether.

"I know I've fucked up, Schuldig," he hissed, addressing the telepath by his name for what must've been the first time since they'd met, "and I'll give you a gold star for getting that part right. But if you think my screw ups are enough for me to put up with your bullshit, then your mind-reading is sadly broken. I don't give a damn how right you are about their capabilities. They are still my people."

He released Schuldig's wrist suddenly, backing off, and if Rude had been here, his partner probably would've been dragging him away from the scene at this point—if he hadn't already done so earlier.