Day 34: Lunch

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Yuffie bounced all the way through collecting her lunch, all the way to a good seat- one with a nice view of the whole cafeteria, which was something she'd been missing out on during the past day or so that she'd been stuck in the Institute- and hell, she even bounced into her seat.

A good mood? No, really?

Despite the occasional blip, talking to Sagara had been awesome. He was a fun guy; he wasn't a prude, didn't have a stick shoved so far up his ass it was poking out his eyeballs, and he'd actually had a conversation with her. One that hadn't revolved around doom, gloom or how much life sucked. If she could find other people like that and keep in touch with Sagara, maybe there was a little hope for this place.

After a quick gulp of pink lemonade, Yuffie settled to munching through her food and keeping an eye on the door.

[Waiting for Dean, I think? :x]

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[Waiting for Zexion]

By the time the intercom announced the lunch shift, Yue was no closer to either resolving his internal confusion or improving his mood. The prospect of re-entering the cafeteria and being once more confronted with his humiliating need for food dragged said mood down even farther, leaving the guardian stalking about like an offended cat and practically exuding an aura of irritation and injured ego as he went.

In order to keep the nurse from whining at him Yue set a token bowl of soup, some fruit, and glass of water on his tray, then glanced around the room briefly. He didn't see or sense the magician in the room yet, and he wasn't exactly in the mood to strike up a conversation with any of the strangers that he did see, so he instead paced over to an empty seat by the window. Yue then proceeded to completely ignore the tray and the others in the cafeteria, staring out the window expressionlessly as he thought.

[sixth-scents.livejournal.com]

Once again, the nurse was determined to force Zexion into a social situation. After making sure he had gotten enough food to satisfy her, she steered him to a table with another boy who looked only a few years older than the Nobody appeared.

Zexion ignored his table mate; he'd hardly gotten to talk to Demyx at all, and was uninterested in talking with a non-Organization member at the moment. Instead, the Nobody cut himself a piece of the chicken tenders.

[winged_moon]

Yue had been enjoying the chance to sit alone for once, and had dared to hope it might persist for a while long. But everyone seemed to delight in disturbing him whenever he got some time by himself, and this was no exception.

The guardian glanced over as the nurse brought a young man to sit at his table, his eyes narrowing slightly as he regarded the newcomer. Silvery hair, light blue eyes - the annoying nurse probably thought they 'matched' or something equally idiotic.

Just as Yue was about to look away again, though, he thought that he sensed...something. He couldn't be certain, or be certain that what he felt came from this person and not another nearby, but it was sufficient distraction from the food Yue wasn't particularly interested in eating. The guardian fixed his attention on the stranger, who was ignoring him anyway, and concentrated on an attempt to identify his aura. Maybe his senses weren't completely useless, after all.