http://captain-hunam.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] captain-hunam.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] damned_institute2008-02-23 11:49 am

Day 30: Cafeteria, Dinner

The cafeteria was all but empty when Zelnick got there. He was a little disappointed; he had gotten the impression that patients usually ate dinner in their rooms, so he hadn't arranged to meet anyone, and there really wasn't anyone to sit by and engage in conversation yet.

Quietly, he collected dinner and a big glass of orange juice, and chose a seat near the food-serving counters. Talking for so long had made him thirsty... and, well, fruit juice was a luxury he had missed.

[Stalk away, my dearest Admiral. <3 ]

[identity profile] bored-narrator.livejournal.com 2008-02-26 06:25 am (UTC)(link)
Kyon stopped. Okay so, maybe it was okay for him to sit down. He turned back to Ginji and caught his unusual look. He glanced back at the one sitting across from him and gave him an apologetic expression for his intrusion.

At his question, Kyon answered, "Call me Kyon," Simply.

He didn't say anything else just yet, not wanting to butt in on their conversation. Though, from the way Ginji was acting so skittish, he had a feeling he was talking to the equivalent Asakura on his end (Wait did he say 'kill people'!?). It was strange to see his friend so worked up.

Right around here, the scent of blood from Ginji's injured leg reached Kyon's nose and he about lost it right there from its sheer strength. He kept himself composed, though. Enough to appear as though he was only suffering from a slight headache.