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Entry tags:
- adelheid,
- albel,
- alyssa,
- ari,
- axel,
- barret,
- carnage,
- chase,
- claire bennet,
- darman,
- edgeworth,
- edward elric,
- elena (ffvii),
- eric draven,
- fox,
- ginji,
- hakkai,
- haku,
- heiderich,
- hikaru,
- hisoka,
- hojo,
- hughes,
- ichigo,
- inara,
- kadaj,
- kairi,
- kenren,
- luffy,
- lust,
- luxord,
- lyta,
- mal,
- naminé,
- naoe,
- naruto,
- nowe,
- obi-wan kenobi,
- otacon,
- qui-gon jinn,
- reinforce,
- renji,
- reno,
- river,
- robin hood,
- rufus,
- sanzo,
- sasuke,
- saïx,
- schuldig,
- snake,
- sora,
- takaya,
- tamaki,
- vincent,
- xigbar,
- yohji,
- yuffie,
- zelos
Day 21: Lunch
Hikaru and Kaoru had been so caught up in their little game that they initially hadn't heard the intercom go off. The new "ding" system was far less jarring than the old SCREECH, and as such, wasn't as easily heard, even in a place as quiet as the library. All too soon, the nurses came to separate the twins and take them to the next activity--lunch.
It only felt like a few minutes since breakfast, somehow, and yet Hikaru was starved. The lunch selection was ridiculously Americanized food of the "Pan Asian" genre, as bad as when his family had wanted Japanese food in California and had gone to the "nicest" restaurant in the English language guidebook. He cringed visibly when the surly cafeteria worker poured sauce on his rice--which was supposed to be plain--but...food was food, and he wasn't feeling terribly picky right now. At least it smelled all right.
One of the good things about being the first one into the cafeteria was having his pick of the tables. Hikaru chose one of the larger ones, saving seats for Kaoru, Tamaki, and (in a fit of hopefulness) Haruhi.
He hoped they'd come soon. He hated being alone.
It only felt like a few minutes since breakfast, somehow, and yet Hikaru was starved. The lunch selection was ridiculously Americanized food of the "Pan Asian" genre, as bad as when his family had wanted Japanese food in California and had gone to the "nicest" restaurant in the English language guidebook. He cringed visibly when the surly cafeteria worker poured sauce on his rice--which was supposed to be plain--but...food was food, and he wasn't feeling terribly picky right now. At least it smelled all right.
One of the good things about being the first one into the cafeteria was having his pick of the tables. Hikaru chose one of the larger ones, saving seats for Kaoru, Tamaki, and (in a fit of hopefulness) Haruhi.
He hoped they'd come soon. He hated being alone.
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But now that Hojo was there? He found himself not needing to taunt the other man. Rather, he just gave Chase the proverbial cold shoulder, turning his attention back to the scientist. "Oh, and by the way; unlike Sir Scaly over here, did you want another demonstration from last night? Just to make sure it wasn't a fluke? Or do you believe me now?"
A chuckle, as he leaned back in his chair. "Speaking of believing, looks like I was right about the time-thingie after all. Opinion question time: if you know someone's a traitor, but they haven't actually done their betraying yet, do you ax 'em or keep 'em around?" He was curious to know how people with hearts would answer; as it was, he'd almost gotten his fill of hatred. Or as much as a bottomless void could be filled, anyway.