Day 34: Breakfast

[screwthegods]

[starting off in M13]

The last part of the night was little more than a blur in Homura's mind. The men had rushed in, but not joined them, instead staying off to themselves. Before any of them had a chance to react, however, a voice sounded through the air, mocking some other person Homura had never heard of, and the patients themselves.

To Homura, whoever that man was, he sounded a great deal like a god.

But before he could ask questions, the demi-god found himself no longer in the chapel, but some strange room on a bed. Is that what Kenren had meant from his earlier warning? Homura sat up, glad at least that the world didn't spin when he did so. Then the same man from before began to speak again, with a completely different tone. It was confusing to hear him talk that way, calling them patients instead of prisoners as he had before. Homura listened quietly as the announcement was made, then got out of bed.

Maybe he wouldn't have to go anywhere yet. It wasn't like Homura knew where to go anyway, and that meant he had time. If this was his room, and if he had been here as long as Kenren had said, there was a chance he could find something with answers. The Taisho had even told him that Homura had seen Rinrei. Certainly he would've written something down, made a map, something that could let him find her again! He started with the desk at the end of his bed, first finding a small stack of notebooks. Picking up the first, he flipped through, turning the pages with quickening desperation as he found each one to be blank.

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"That's what I said." Sano's annoyance at the stuff came to the surface in a big way, now that it seemed he had someone to complain with. "Some kid said it was supposed to be normal though. From some place called Mexi-something. Hell if I get it, though."

Sano didn't have answers for Badou's questions, but he did laugh when Badou first figured out that there was sticky mess on his face. The guy looked utterly clueless as he tried to wipe it off, and Sano was having a damn good time watching. At least until Badou tried to make him a towel.

"What the fuck?!" Obviously not amused, Sanosuke batted Badou's hand away. "Do I look like a damn rag to you?"

[strayfag]

Badou couldn't give a flying shit if the rooster was amused. He expected his hand to be batted away, and despite the slight jarring sensation on his bruised wrist he pulled his hand back a couple of inches so the sticky stuff would end up on the rooster's arm. And then he tried dragging his hand further down, just for good measure.

Even without verbalizing it, Badou thought his answer was pretty clear.