So there were new patients today. Perhaps another member of the Organization would arrive with the influx. Any chance of his searching for a new member was quickly denied, however, as Zexion's increasingly irritatingly happy nurse seemed to be determined that her charge socialize during the meals.
Food first, though.
"Now you did not eat either lunch or dinner yesterday, so you need to have a good healthy breakfast today!" the nurse bubbled. Zexion simply let her pile food onto his tray; he was scanning the room for any familiar faces. The Nobody had learned to breathe through his mouth during meals, so the nightmarish pounding in his skull could be kept at tolerable levels.
The nurse, satisfied that Milo had enough food to keep him healthy, then steered him to a seat across from one of the new patients. "Milo, I know that you don't like company, but Hugh Manning here is new, so perhaps you could help him get comfortable." She scurried off, leaving Zexion alone with the boy. Hugh Manning, indeed. The boy appeared to be extremely wary of the food, having barely touched any of it.
"It isn't poisoned, despite that being something one would expect of this so-called institute," the Nobody commented. He cut off a piece of his own pancake, the buttermilk smell canvassing the varying scents of the cafeteria. If the boy wanted to know more, he would have to ask; Zexion intended to spend the meal searching for newly arrived Organization members, if there were any.
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So there were new patients today. Perhaps another member of the Organization would arrive with the influx. Any chance of his searching for a new member was quickly denied, however, as Zexion's increasingly irritatingly happy nurse seemed to be determined that her charge socialize during the meals.
Food first, though.
"Now you did not eat either lunch or dinner yesterday, so you need to have a good healthy breakfast today!" the nurse bubbled. Zexion simply let her pile food onto his tray; he was scanning the room for any familiar faces. The Nobody had learned to breathe through his mouth during meals, so the nightmarish pounding in his skull could be kept at tolerable levels.
The nurse, satisfied that Milo had enough food to keep him healthy, then steered him to a seat across from one of the new patients. "Milo, I know that you don't like company, but Hugh Manning here is new, so perhaps you could help him get comfortable." She scurried off, leaving Zexion alone with the boy. Hugh Manning, indeed. The boy appeared to be extremely wary of the food, having barely touched any of it.
"It isn't poisoned, despite that being something one would expect of this so-called institute," the Nobody commented. He cut off a piece of his own pancake, the buttermilk smell canvassing the varying scents of the cafeteria. If the boy wanted to know more, he would have to ask; Zexion intended to spend the meal searching for newly arrived Organization members, if there were any.