Day 34: Lunch

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]

[identity profile] got-the-bronze.livejournal.com 2008-08-09 06:04 am (UTC)(link)
Skinny as a rat? Rose laughed out loud at that, not only because it was something she'd never heard or thought before, but because it was really novel to come across someone who didn't seem to be attracted to him.

"Better than me, then," she responded to the comment about the TARDIS. "I never got to fly it, 'cept for pulling the odd lever. Although..." No, psychically communicating with it and letting it inside her brain didn't really count as 'flying' it.

"But you're taking good care of him, yeah? After I... leave." She smiled kindly at Donna. If she couldn't be with the Doctor, at least he'd found someone. Someone who treated him a bit like a disorderly little brother, from the sound of it. "I'm glad he's not on his own."

[identity profile] mateswithnobody.livejournal.com 2008-08-09 12:04 pm (UTC)(link)
"Well I didn't take it anywhere, just kind of got it stable... but that was because we had to stop some Mr. Potato Heads from trying to suffocate the Earth..." Donna trailed off as well, apparently a common thing for anyone who'd traveled with the Doctor if Rose was any indication. Things just didn't have to make sense sometimes, especially when it came to that man.

"Care of him? It's like I'm his bloody babysitter!" she sneered, looking away for a moment to cool off before turning her head back, "But I guess. Yeah," she nodded, "But it's more like we take care of each other, you now? But not... you know... not like that. Never like that. Never ever." Through all of that denial, Donna's hand was firmly held up to prove a point. Her and that skinny little spaceman? Please! "I'd rather be with an actual rat!"