damned_institute | Day 30: Cafeteria, Breakfast

Hitsugaya woke with a start.

His entire body ached, but the pain was nowhere near as bad as it had been the night before. His injuries had been tended two with clean gauze and bandages, and he found every movement wasn't agony. He wasn't in the best of shape, but thanks to the miracle of landel's strange time distortion, he had mostly recovered from the vile poison without having to waste anyone else's talents.

And in his hand, still...there was the key.

He dressed quickly, sliding the key onto the key ring from his desk drawer and stuck it into his pocket. Whether the key stood to gain them anything or not, it stood as a vital reminder that they could succeed in this place. There was hope, as insignificant as it often seemed. They could beat this place.

That small shred of hope made getting up worth it.

The nurse who escorted him to breakfast was cheerful, and commented idly about how wonderful it was to see young Tommy Winters up and about again after his unfortunate run-in with a bad case of food poisoning. He smirked slightly, knowing that any lies the institute forced into their heads were only that: lies. He wouldn't buy it for a second. And on top of that, the concept of muffins sounded almost appetizing. While he still preferred his authentic Japanese cuisine, the food here was slowly becoming more and more bearable. He would have preferred a warm bowl of sweet nattou over rice over the mufffins, but they would do. The plain yogurt and fruit, on the other hand, was excellent. He piled his plate high with fruit as usual, and got several small bowls of yogurt as well.

Finding the most convenient table to the end of the food line, he took a seat and scanned for the new arrivals. New arrivals meant people who would be lost and confused. Renji did a good job of making a bulliten post last time...he should recommend abarai-fukutaicho do the same again this time.

[Waiting for Angel]

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Albel woke up in a fouler mood than usual. Not only had he wasted an entire night, he had also lost his knife. And to top it all off, he now sported not just one, but three wounds on his left leg. Unfortunately, he was limping because of them.

And even better, he hadn't gotten around killing one the stupid maggots responsible for it. And they weren't even worth the hassle.

The Elicoorian outright ignored his nurse as he was escorted to the cafeteria. He got his breakfast and dumped his plate on the nearest table. He wasn't in the mood for any nagging scum right now.

The night had been rather fruitful and for once the knight felt as though he’d been productive. Sure he didn’t get to physically exert himself as much as he would have liked, but the spoils they’d come away with was more than worth it.

A quick glance around the room gave Yuber the impression that Usopp was far too engaged with their companion. It didn’t appear that Zelnick was up yet either, he noticed before his attention flickered over to view one rather grumpy looking one-armed fighter. It had been quite some time since he’d last pestered Albel, and despite their obvious foul mood, Yuber sauntered his way over towards the table and slid into the seat opposite the angry fighter.

“It seems you’re doing well for yourself.” There was a subtle taunting curve to his lips as he spoke, and Yuber didn’t bother to hide the amusement from his tone either.

[I can delete it if you’re waiting for someone else XD;;; ]

Of all the pests that had to come bother him now, it had to be this particular maggot. Albel would love to wipe that arrogant smirk from Yuber's face, but the fun would have to wait if he wanted to keep those darn wenches and their damn sedatives out of his hair. Hmph, the blond-haired worm just wasn't worth the hassle.

"Still looking for that precious weapon of yours, maggot?" Albel countered. "Or are you still casting thunder spells on everything that moves?" He wondered if that was what the idiot was all about; arrogant remarks and nothing but thunder spells to back it up.

"Hmph! What do you want, anyway?" Besides being irritating.

Chuckling softly, Yuber’s movements were casual and almost lazy as he crossed one leg over the other and moved to lean his elbow on the table. Slipping his chin into the palm of his hand, the knight idly glanced over towards Albel as he murmured. “I’ve come into possession of a suitable weapon… well as suitable as one can make without proper blacksmiths or having your own blade.”

Everything about his demeanour was relaxed and easy going; even despite the irritation he sensed within Albel’s every being. Some things were just far too easy. “I came over to see if you’re still on for our deal – granted I’ve got something I need to do tonight though.”

"Hmph, that weapon of yours is not gonna make a difference, maggot." Albel scoffed. "I'll still make you beg you've never been born." In other words, he was still up for the deal.

He didn't see why a maggot that depended on the weapon instead of skill would be a worthy challenge, but it wasn't like he had anything better to do in this dump anyway. Besides, the fool still deserved a beating.

Yuber simply smiled in response. They had begun this battle across blades and that was how they would end it – any other ending would not satisfy him. “I’ll be waiting for that moment.” He murmured smoothly while he regarded Albel.

It appeared that Albel had been injured the previous night. “I see that your flair for getting yourself into trouble still remains.”

"Hmph, that's none of your business if I get myself into trouble or not." Albel scoffed after taking a bite from his muffin. "Just make sure you don't get yourself killed, worm. I want to be the one that strangles the last bit of life out of your pathetic body."

“I suppose not, but it would be a shame if out little play was disrupted by injuries.” There was a smooth chuckle to his voice at Albel’s words as he spoke. He sat there quietly smiling for a moment. Albel was perhaps one of the easiest humans to read, and he made no point in hiding it as a snakelike smile curved on his lips. “How wonderful it is to be so wanted.”

"Hmph." Albel scoffed. He was just about to form another sharp reply when the cafeteria erupted in sudden chaos; several patients had began to attack the nurses.

The Elicoorian stared at the scum within the riot. Though it was tempting to go and join it to blow off some steam, it would only be a matter of time before those wenches would be waving around with their damn syringes. He really had no intention to spend the rest of the day sedated, as boring as said day might be.

Besides, beating up the maggots that called themselves staff during the day wasn't worth wasting his energy on. Or limping to for that matter.

Day 30: Cafeteria, Breakfast

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