Day 36: Arts & Crafts Room

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The nurse had told Wash he could go anywhere he wanted and the thought Is home included in that? crossed his mind, but that sounded too pathetic to say aloud, even for him. So he silently eenie meenie minie moe'd through his options, ended up choosing the Sun Room, and then promptly decided the Arts and Crafts room would be more interesting. At least there might be stuff he could fiddle with and distract himself.

A part of him couldn't decide if he was relieved or not he didn't get a visitor. He didn't think it would've gone the way a proper visit was supposed to go, but...

He stepped into the room and sat down at an empty table, rifling through the materials absently. This place looked much too cheerful. Although maybe that was better than looking much too scary, but it was so cheerful it was almost scary and now he was starting to confuse even himself.

After a second, he picked up a pair of scissors (these weren't scissors, they were more like plastic chopsticks) and a sheet of construction paper and began cutting.

[hi Badou~]

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Cutting paper to release any residual aggression wasn't going to work out well if he had to figure out the exact angle of paper-to-scissors and divide it by pi or what the hell ever. He'd managed to sort of...maim his sheet by accident, but the only cuts in it came from where the paper had been torn.

So much for becoming an artist.

"Wash?" He raised his eyebrows, but meeting someone named Allelujah that morning pretty much trumped everything. "I'm Badou." He replied, looking up properly. "...Ok, I don't know the rocket science to use these. Help."

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Sometimes he got that reaction from his name, but in the end, it was always, always better than introducing himself as Hoban.

Wash blinked, somehow not expecting the request for help to...cut paper. This was a strange situation. Everything kept getting odder and odder here and considering the whacky stuff that'd happened back home, that was saying a lot. So all that was left was for him to play along, because why not? No harm done.

He looked at the mangled sheet of paper, appearing half-thoughtful. "You know, actually, if you complete that shape, you could use it as an ink blot test in an innovative paper format."

[strayfag]

Well, it sounded like he wasn't going to get any help with his horrible paper cutting delima. Wash did have a point though. If someone could make something coherent out of the shape he'd managed to create they couldn't be sane on any level.

Even if Wash was just making fun of him, Badou rolled his eyes and tried to shrug off his pissy mood. Having objects-that-should-be-sharp in his hand didn't help, so he gave up on the scissors and went about tearing the paper into little pieces instead, just to leave a mess for some unfortunate soul to clean up.

"That's pretty cruel. What if I was trying to make a heart?" Badou asked, hopefully with enough sarcasm to prove he wasn't trying to do that at all. "What're you making anyway?"