Day 38: Game Room

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She’d never been in the Game Room before.

It didn’t look spectacularly interesting, she had to admit… but it’d be more fun than just hanging out in the Sun Room, right? Yuffie idly thumbed through a deck of cards, walking around the room to examine various bits and pieces. Board games, video games, chess… No really awesome prank material that she could see, but maybe she could rope somebody into a game of poker? That could be fun, but… ah, then again, most of the patients were just like her -- they didn’t have anything really cool that she could swindle out of them. Not until Nightshift, anyway.

Still! She’d keep it in mind. It wasn’t like there was anybody else in the room yet anyway, so any potential swindling would have to wait a little while. What could she do in the meantime, huh? Pick- pocketing a nurse could be fun..! Wait -- no, not when it was quiet like this. She’d have to wait until there was more cover, unless she got distracted. Yuffie hadn’t stolen anything in days, not since that time in Doyleton, with the Kaito kid…

Yuffie smirked. That had been fun.

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Homura almost laughed at Okita's glee when he won. How long had it been since he'd seen something so utterly innocent? It was such a sharp contrast to the man he'd seen with a blade in his hands, slicing through his enemies with merciless determination. Perhaps that was part of why Homura liked Okita as much as he did. Though the man may not be able to see it in himself, Okita managed to preserve his purity in a way that Homura couldn't. That person who he'd been in the fields of flowers had been hidden beneath layers of arrogance and purpose, and also sorrow. Only in silent moments alone did Homura indulge his memories, and never for long.

He almost envied Okita in that way.

Yet the innocence only lasted so long, ending quickly when the swordsman made his request known. Homura let out a small sigh, though his grin didn't fade. Okita had to have known just how difficult weapons were to come by here, and how desperately there group needed them, especially now, when they could make progress.

Still, he had promised to have the sword made, and Homura wasn't one to go back on his word. "It can't be done immediately. Adelheid should be resting tonight." Though there had been a note left for the man on the bulletin that made Homura wonder, despite not having looked at the contents. "And it's important that the ones in our club that can lead groups be armed as quickly as possible. However, I'll see what I can do."

Zenon would say that Homura was getting soft, wouldn't he? Still, Homura couldn't quite help it. And not just because part of him didn't want Okita to be disappointed.

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The purity that Homura saw was what he wanted to see. It was a lie that Okita had perfected over years of practice, years of trial and error and careful observation. There was nothing pure about him. From that time when he defeated the samurai with a practice sword and took his katana to the present, not a single thing about him was pure or innocent. He was simply very good at imitation, so good that even he sometimes forgot, or at least, pretended to forget.

Leaning back in his seat, he tipped his head back so he could look at the ceiling. Of course he knew it couldn't be immediate. He'd seen the note about Adel's health, but he'd also seen that little note left to him asking for a weapon. It seemed that their Weaver was branching out to make his own endeavors without bothering to tell the rest of them. All of the clubs were in a weak position at the moment. That Mello boy was working to undermine them. That "anonymous" on the bulletin as well, drumming up her pointless aggravations. Roy Mustang and Hitsugaya Toshirou were dead or missing. Club members were disappearing left and right, people were separating and moving further and further apart.

It made Okita long for the familiarity and the solidarity of Mibu again. He wanted people at his back that he had trained and people at his side that he had grown up with. He wanted to walk in the shadow of the ones who had raised him and feel the power in their words again. But he didn't have the Shinsengumi here, even if Ayumu was at his side. He had the History Club and he had to ensure that they would stay together no matter what. For his sake and for Homura's sake.

Smiling when Homura agreed in his own way Okita's request, he dropped his head back down and clapped his hands together. Making sure to reward the war god with a big grin, he nodded his head once in childlike glee. "Thank you, Homura-san~! Guy-san will be so pleased to hear this!" Of course, it wasn't just Guy, but also Okita. He hadn't expected Homura to agree so easily, but he couldn't deny the happiness he felt. It was like getting candy from Hijikata, in a way.

The intercom jingled and Okita looked up at the speaker as the Doctor started his usual speech. Pouting as the nurses started to move in, he looked to Homura and wagged a finger at him. "Now don't you forget, hm? And...I'm bringing someone to meet you later, but it has to be just the three of us. I'm sure you know who and why, so let's just leave it at that, hm? It's important to me."

Getting up as his nurse came over to collect him, he waved to the demi-god and gave him another smile. "I'll see you tonight, Homura-san."