After a rather odd talk with the newest recruits to the History Club, Okita was ushered out of the Sun Room and back to his room. He didn't mind this so much, considering it meant he was one step closer to night. Night meant two things - first, his talk with Kenshin and second, revenge on the nurses. Tonight, he was very careful to smile pleasantly at his captor and memorize specific details about her appearance. Should she be one of the nurses they ran into that night, he'd be certain to pay her extra care. The nurse, mistaking his smile for pleasantry, waved at him as she left him in his room with his meal.
Turkey, potatoes and vegetables - better than lunch, but still a little too Western. He supposed it was too much to ask for a Japanese meal twice in a row. The apple pie thing sounded good though and he eyed it for all of two seconds before he pushed his meal aside and dove into that as his main course. It was sweet, a little tangy and very delicious. Much like the cinnamon bun he'd had before, there was the slightest hint of the same foreign spice in this dessert, too. Eating more than half of it before he decided he should try the rest of the meal, Okita began poking at the vegetables and waited to see when Guy would show up.
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Turkey, potatoes and vegetables - better than lunch, but still a little too Western. He supposed it was too much to ask for a Japanese meal twice in a row. The apple pie thing sounded good though and he eyed it for all of two seconds before he pushed his meal aside and dove into that as his main course. It was sweet, a little tangy and very delicious. Much like the cinnamon bun he'd had before, there was the slightest hint of the same foreign spice in this dessert, too. Eating more than half of it before he decided he should try the rest of the meal, Okita began poking at the vegetables and waited to see when Guy would show up.