Day 29: Courtyard

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Though he hadn't been able to stomach much of the cafeteria food, as the day went on, he did feel marginally better.  The fever seemed to have broken and he'd held down what little he'd eaten.  It made him a little anxious, to sit around so much, and even if it was difficult, a walk outside sounded like a nice break from the usual.  He had no interest in the visitors.  Likely as not they were the same as the creature he'd run into a couple nights ago in the form of Aizen Sousuke. 

He folded his thin arms across his chest as he started his walk around the courtyard.  The air was crisp, getting colder by the day it seemed, but it didn't dissuade him from taking a leisurely walk while he gathered his thoughts.

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[sword-and-demon.livejournal.com]

The boy that approached seemed worried, and Sparda had no problem at all allowing him to join them.

Apparently, Masaru already knew the other boy considering he addressed him by name. Japanese, and German if Sparda was correct about the name Adleheid.

This place certainly was very diverse, there was no denying that. "Yes, you may join us," Then after a pause he introduced himself. "My name is Sparda."

[grosse-sklaven.livejournal.com]

"Sparda... it's a pleasure to meet you," Adelheid said with a smile and a slight nod of his head, glancing at the man a bit curiously.Had he seen the man around before? It was hard to keep track of who had been introduced, who he'd just seen... and who had been taken and replaced. Even Adelheid, who prided himself on his memory, felt like he'd be feeling the strain soon enough. And speaking of, had he forgotten to give his familiar name to Daimon? After beating each other a fair amount, it was foolish to stand on formalities. "Please, call me Adel."

Still, he grinned as he turned to Daimon, indicating that the offer was for both of them. The question that was asked was a bit more difficult to answer. How could one be anything other than furious when caught in the Institute? But to retread old ground would be no good at all. So, the teenager shrugged. "As well as can be expected. Worried about the visitor shift and who they'll be sending this time. Yourselves?"