damned_institute | Day 39: Intercom, Evening

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Day 39: Intercom, Evening

The Head Doctor seemed a little rushed as he spoke on the intercom, not taking as much pleasure as he usually did in describing the delicious food that would soon be served.

"Hello, everyone! Tonight is turkey night, which means turkey breast in a great turkey gravy with some nice turkey sides: peas, herb potatoes, a small garden salad, and for dessert, a slice of pumpkin pie. We of course have vegetarian substitutes available, as well as our usual assortment of drinks.

"...I believe that's it! I'll talk to you soon!"

The intercom clicked off abruptly.

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Sync did his best to look disappointed when the latter informed him of what happened last night, all the while cutting up his turkey and giving it a taste. All in all, he wasn't too surprised to hear about his fruitless effort; the kid must've just blacked out earlier, along with everyone else who didn't get far. It was just something that happened in this institute, and he'd rather have it done on someone weaker than himself. The God-General looked up when the boy added on, nodding slightly at his words.

"It's just common knowledge nowadays. I'm sure the people you were with would've told you anyway." Of course, it would've been fun to throw in a couple of fibs here and there, but the latter was bound to find out eventually.

"Will you be going with them again tonight?"

"Still," began Nigredo, who then paused in hesitation. He wasn't sure if the statement he had in mind would fit his actual feelings, but in light of everything, what his roommate said had been true. Additionally, the information helped, or at least served as a mild buffer from shock. Any assistance deserved a little gratitude. "Thank you."

The question, however, immediately clamped the child's mouth into a tight line. He honestly wasn't sure how to answer that, especially with what happened this morning. Although Nigredo could easily kick a question down the link to his red-haired brother, he didn't feel like bothering him. When complications arose among the variants, it was easiest to leave the others alone, as silly as the reasoning was.

"I don't know," he finally said, eyes down to his plate. "Probably not tonight."

Sync had to refrain from rolling his eyes when the latter insisted on thanking him, instead smiling slightly and nodded at his words.

"No problem. All of us have the same goal in mind; well, most of us anyway."

The God-General quickly went back to eating, finishing up half of his plate by the time the kid answered his second question. Now, most people would've been more than happy to invite their roommate to come with them, but such a generous invitation was the last thing Sync ever wanted to give.

"Maybe you should explore the place on your own then," He suggested. "You might get a better picture if you spend a night or two familiarizing yourself with your surroundings."

Satisfied with how much he ate, Sync set his plate aside before hopping off his bed and reaching underneath the mattress.

"Have you gotten a map yet? If not I can draw one up for you."

Ironically, Nigredo had been thinking along the same lines. He didn't mind the potential lack of company; in fact, he preferred none. This was a task better done alone.

"You're right," he agreed, despite sounding fairly apathetic to the whole subject. "I have a few things to see anyway." Or see if things matched up to what he suspected upon arrival.

When the older boy offered to provide him with a map, the younger blinked at the generosity. Compared to last night, dinner was turning out to be quite a contrast. A good one, certainly; it was just difficult setting aside first impressions.

Nigredo slowly shook his head. There hadn't been time to make a proper copy. "I memorized what I needed from the bulletin, though. I should be fine for tonight." If his roommate insisted on making one, however, he would voice no objections.

The fact that the latter seemed to be such low-maintenance was a relief, because Sync wasn't sure how long he'd be able to keep up with his facade if that weren't the case. Haseo had frustrated him because he caught on too early, and that was only because the latter got a lucky shot since his voice sounded exactly like Luke's.

"If you're sure..." The God-General glanced around, like he was looking for a clock to see how much time they had left, before letting his gaze fall back to the other patient.

"I'll give you one tomorrow if you don't have one by then. I'd try to do it now, but I'd probably end up rushing and making it look messy. I doubt something like that would be of much help in the long run."

"I'd appreciate it." The sentiment was sincere, despite having to fight down the urge to question. If the teen wanted to help, who was Nigredo to refuse? One misunderstand was simply not enough to warrant suspicion.

He managed a long exhale, sounding just about as patient as the other looked. "Oh," he said after a moment. "I'm Nigredo." The boy figured introductions would settle the last of his doubts.

Given how long they've been in close proximity with each other, it was somewhat surprising that it took this long to exchange introductions. Sync had been flipping through his notebook when Nigredo finally introduced himself, looking up with an intrigued expression.

"Nigredo. That's an interesting name." From what he could make out there was nothing that connected it to Ancient Ispanian, but that was to be expected. Had he kept to himself more he would've lied about his name, but since Joshua's room was nearby the chances of him popping up where the kid could overhear was high. And so he closed his notebook and nodded.

"Sync. It's nice to meet you."

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