Day 40: Recreational Field

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Kio's breakfast ended on a much happier note than it had started. However, for once the announcement truly surprised him. He blinked as his nurse came to pick him up. Recreational Field? But.. but if they had a greenhouse, he wanted to go there. The prospect of gardening was a truly liberating one, an island of joy in this hellhole. He thought about going to the Sun Room and lying down, but it occurred to him that he hadn't had proper fresh air since being here. With a cheery goodbye wave to Honey, he followed his torturer outside.

It was much better than he had expected. The sun wasn't too hot (what time of the year were they in, anyway?), so he walked slowly along the walls, fascinated by the size of the field. He wondered if Sou-chan was alright. He hadn't even checked the board. Well, if Soubi wanted to apologize, Kio would be willing to listen. The place was so crisp and clean. He had to think if anyone had ever gone over the walls. What was out there? Freedom? Or a different sort of monster?

Leaning against one of the walls, Kio took as much advantage of the sun as he could. He desperately wanted a lollipop. One was quietly nestled in his pocket, but he would need to wait until the nurses were busy with other patients before he tried anything. Soubi had gone to some trouble to get them, the least he could do was make sure they didn't get confiscated. So with bated breath, Kio waited for a shift in the mood. He was, for once, content. Not happy, but not going crazy either.

[Sou-chan! Team Loveless deploy!]

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Coping or whatever, Dean couldn't argue with that. In the end, that was the job. You killed these things, these monsters, because if you didn't no one else would save these people. Dean was quiet for a second. These last few months, he'd been feeling tired, dead tired, done with having to spend every second of his life on the job and freaking out about Sammy, about what Dad said the last time he'd laid eyes on the guy when he was alive. But Ron was right. Most people, they could afford to quit, take a vacation. But with him and Sammy? You take a vacation and people started dying. Dean grunted under his breath, an almost self-deprecating sound.

Typical, it'd take some guy who thought he was from the future to just break it down and remind him why hunting needed to be done. Weird lives, man. The intercom sounded, Dean stopping as he listened to the man's voice. So far he didn't know yet if this Martin Landel was a demon or something else, but what he did know was that the man seemed to be distracted. Either way, the shift was over, and he could spot Hello Nurse picking her way over the grass toward them. Dean turned to Ron, and slapped him on the shoulder.

"Babysitter's here. Thanks again for the other night, Ron."