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] givemeoblivion.livejournal.com 2008-08-09 10:59 pm (UTC)(link)
"Mythology?" Callisto tilted her head. "I'm a myth already? True, it's not as though many actually got a good look at me and lived through it..." She slumped back in her chair, a thoughtful expression on her face. Who had spread the word about her? Probably Joxer, that spineless coward. Though she thought if he was spreading stories, they likely included how thoroughly she had been trumped by Xena. The worm.

Sylar didn't sound much like a Greek name, though, and his words before confused her as to his true origin. "So, Sylar. Where are you from, exactly? Roman stock?" He couldn't be that foreign - not with that appearance and dialect.