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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]
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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The attempts at lightening the mood did little to reduce Kaiji's blatant anger. If anything, they made things worse: even if what his assailant said couldn't have easily been taken as sarcasm, Kaiji's mental state had been reduced to the point where anything the man happened to say would automatically become fighting words. He honestly doubted the explanation about his resemblance to whoever apparently pissed this guy off before (assuming that such a person even existed and he wasn't just dealing with a complete psycho or otherwise dishonest individual here), and overall the tall freak just plain rubbed him the wrong way.
Kaiji hesitated in his reaction. An inner conflict was actively taking place over the span of a few seconds: Kaiji's brain and heart put up a valiant struggle against his stomach and his tongue, but in the end the latter party claimed a sweeping victory. Although... If that still hand had only just been a bit closer to Kaiji's face, there would have been teeth stabbing into it right now. Instead, he snatched at the offered implements with the more functional of his two hands and used the other to help push himself to his feet. He really wanted to say something, but was having difficulties formulating the proper words for the situation. In the end, he just ended up giving the taller man a pitiful but still rage-filled glare, growling, "Fuck off, you bleached bastard!" It wasn't a particularly good insult-slash-nickname, but it was the best he could come up with on such short notice.
With that, Kaiji turned around dramatically to head for a melancholy reunion with his food. He looked forward to the feeling of being full for once, but until this thing healed, eating and talking were going to suck. Not like he could completely avoid doing either.
Even if he hadn't been as interested in eating as he was, he at least needed to get rid of the vague bloody flavor that was seeping to his tongue from the inside of his now bruised cheek.
What he wouldn't give for a beer or ten right now.