Day 37: Breakfast

[scarletspeedstr.livejournal.com]

[for Sylar, I believe]

At the sound of the intercom, Wally jerked awake and blinked around at the room. He’d fallen asleep. He should have been up and keeping an eye open for ZEX, but he’d fallen asleep waiting on his bed.

“Idiot,” he groaned, ruffling his hair and sighing in annoyance. “Way to help a guy out, hotshot.” Hopefully ZEX hadn’t dropped by and thought he’d left or something, or wouldn’t be too mad at him for just forgetting about it like that. If he was lucky, he’d be able to catch up with the other patient at some point and explain what had happened.

Rolling himself a little awkwardly out of the bed, Wally took the opportunity to stretch his injured leg and test how well it was holding up. It was feeling a bit better, not so much that he could abandon his crutch or that it didn’t pull painfully if he wasn’t careful, but better. Tony had apparently made it through the night in one piece as well, which was a relief. He really didn’t feel comfortable about the thought of his roommate wandering about on his own with an injured arm. Not when Wally himself could relax and fall asleep in the apparent safety of their room.

Yeah, he wasn’t going to let himself forget that one in a hurry.

It was at that moment that the door swung open to admit one of the nurses. She seemed surprised to find him awake and ready to go already, but smiled warmly. “Hungry, are we Mr. West? Well in that case, let’s get you to the cafeteria. The staff have provided some delicious French Toast as well as a range of other foods I’m sure you’ll like. Now will you be needing a hand with your leg, dear?”

“No thanks, I can handle it,” Wally replied, smiling back. After all, it probably wasn’t the nurses’ fault that this place was so messed up, so it wasn’t like picking fights with them would do anything. With a cheery wave goodbye, Wally slowly made his way to the cafeteria, keeping a tight grip on his crutch all the while. Obtaining a plate of food was only slightly less difficult than it had been yesterday – he didn’t have the painkillers to work around this time – but he managed well enough, coming away from the buffet with a tray containing a plate piled high with slices of French Toast and slathered in maple syrup, butter, and sugar, as well as a glass of juice. Not quite as good as some coffee would be right now, but the sugar would hopefully make up for it. And, with how few people were here at the moment, he could afford to take more food than might have been considered ‘normal’ – he’d have most of it gone by the time anyone came to keep him company, then he could just worry about how many extra serves would be allowed before he aroused suspicion.

Feeling pretty happy with how things were looking so far, Wally hummed faintly to himself as he dug in to his breakfast.

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[justice-to-a-t.livejournal.com]

Forgiveness was not particularly forthcoming. "I've had enough," he said, not quite producing a gesture that could be considered waving off both offers, "don't worry about it."

As the two exchanged pleasantries, he was bringing up his journal and considering what else he should be putting down since the last time he'd had the time to do so. First of all, he'd secured some new information regarding the spelling of several different people's names. In addition, he also had map copies now, and should probably get on top of becoming familiar with them....

Just then, a disturbance in the form of a growing food fight caught his attention, and he winced by setting his teeth tighter together. It would be just like his current companions to join in, and although it was possible they'd leave him alone in doing so, it seemed equally possible that they'd once again make a victim out of him.

Therefore, considering his options, it did seem slightly less risky to continue engaging the twins. Not that it would be able to keep their minds off the "fight" if they proved interested, but there was a slim chance that they would be more likely to choose someone else at random if he wasn't being totally non-responsive. Fortunately, there was something of potential interest contained in Hikaru's question to Kaoru.

"What had happened to you?" he asked, hands folding on the table.

[totallytheseme.livejournal.com]

Ah, brotherly love. Good. That would make Mikami feel so much better. Hikaru wrapped his arm around Kaoru, fingertips idly tracing a pattern on his brother's neck. "It's okay, really," he said, pushing the fork across the table. "We can share." We share everything was left unsaid, though it was heavily implied in the looks he was giving his twin. All right, so it was a little heavyhanded today. Hikaru figured that Mikami probably wouldn't notice the really subtle stuff, anyway.

They had to put on the whole song and dance.

"Stomach flu." His voice was a little louder than normal, to make sure that he was heard over the growing din of the foodfight. Really, sometimes the people here were just retarded. What did they think they'd accomplish by throwing bacon at each other? "Kaoru's dinner didn't agree with him a few nights ago."

[hangenki.livejournal.com]

Kaoru leaned in towards his brother slightly, smiling up at him lovingly. The most beautiful and natural thing in the world. But then his expression turned to one of genuine surprise when his brother answered Glitter's question honestly. How mortifying. 'My little brother can't handle a simple meal'. Charming. But what the hell.

"Hikaru," he blushed, shrinking himself a little. "How could you say that in front of a potential rapist stranger?"

And, seriously, why was the guy asking. He didn't look like he cared. Did he WANT to score more points in the Stalker ranks?

[justice-to-a-t.livejournal.com]

Once he'd looked from the boys to the fork continuing to be offered and back, there was approximately a three second delay before Mikami realized what was taking place in front of him. After that... he still didn't know what exactly was going on. It wasn't that he was ignorant in what people their age could or could not do in their spare time, but really. Twins. "Twincest" was a word that came up, although he couldn't have placed where he'd heard it. As far as he knew, identical brothers weren't supposed to... do that.

Even if it was considered normal in whatever world they came from, which in many ways already had proved itself rather odd, it was still unusual that they were making such a show of it. Therefore, the only reason he could produce for their behavior was that, like practically everything else, they were trying to throw him off. Of what, he didn't know. But yes, of all the things he might have expected, this was the last of them

After a moment, he cleared his throat and trudged on. "I wasn't aware you were sick. I thought perhaps you'd been attacked and was curious about the details." His eyes lingered on his journal, back completely straight in a way that caused his own injuries to complain. He wasn't being indignant. Really. But if they didn't want to answer him, there really was no need to bother him in the first place.

[totallytheseme.livejournal.com]

"Kaoru," Hikaru purred, "I'm sorry. I just didn't want him to think something else." He absently threaded his fingers through his brother's hair, staring at Mikami the whole time. Challenging him, almost. The twincest was obviously making him uncomfortable, so how far could they push him? Hikaru wanted to see.

"What are you looking at, Mr. Glitter? It looks interesting."

[hangenki.livejournal.com]

"But all my secrets belong to you and you alone," he said, leaning in. "Can't you see that? Nobody else matters. Nobody needs to know anything about me but you...." Hands on his brother's face, he leaned in, his lips a whisper away from Hikaru's.

He ruined the act by shooting a dark look Mikami's way and muttering "I'm not sick."

He was about to join Hikaru in his curiosity when the Intercom sounded. With a groan he stood up, holding his wrists together as the nurse approached, as though she was going to handcuff him.