Day 40: Lunch

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"Damn that SCOURGE!" Starscream cried out, the slowly-filling cafeteria producing a jarring echo of his raspy voice. His limping, already bad enough from not knowing how to properly use his crutches, was now exacerbated from the injuries he'd received the shift prior. Despite the gauges in his non-casted leg so lovingly provided by the aforementioned 'patient', Starscream could still put some weight on it, but not so much that he could really stop and rest; relieving the soreness under his arms was out of the question. The nurse that walked behind him with his tray, already upset at having to deal with yet another troublesome inmate, was growing rather impatient as his charge slowly made his way down the food line.

"Just...give me a standard serving of the aquatic creature's flesh, some of those fried potato slices, two bananas, and three bottles of juice," Starscream sighed, his anger from just a moment ago assuaged by the physical exertion needed to move the way he did. "I'm going to sit down here...bring it to me when you're done."

He was hardly surprised to find that one of the bananas was completely bruised along its inner curve, or that the handful of 'chips' on his plate were all on the small side. Tired and frustrated as he was, however, he could barely muster a 'damned flesh-creature' before moving his fingers to the plate, picking one of the longer 'chips' and shoving it into his mouth listlessly.

There was an unusually high concentration of sodium chloride crystals on it. Of COURSE.

[For Tony Stark]

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[sitard3d.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, that does suck." Demyx glanced down at his food. He had mixed feelings about eating fish; on the one hand, he'd always liked seafood. On the other hand...well, he'd been to Atlantica a few times, and really liked the place, and it was pretty hard to look at fish the same way when you'd had some pleasant conversations with some of them, or raced dolphins. (He knew he'd never be able to eat calamari again after seeing how an octopus had handled drumsticks. How could a fellow appreciator of music eat something that might, at one point, have made a kickass bandmate?) "It's kinda creepy how people just...vanish..."

Aw, man, what was he supposed to say in response to Matsuda's question? His friend was already kinda down; Demyx didn't want to add to his problems. But at the same time...he didn't want to lie. And maybe Matsuda could help him figure out what he should do. "Have you ever had a really hard choice to make?" he asked, nudging at his fish. "The kind where you don't want to decide because something bad'll happen no matter what you do?" He sighed. "I've got two. And I don't think there's anything I can do that won't lose me friends I don't want to lose."

[showtime-matsu.livejournal.com]

"Yeah..." Matsuda didn't say exactly why he suspected they'd vanished. That was something he'd have to handle on his own, and confusing enough for someone sort of involved. Besides, it seemed like Demyx had some problems of his own. In an attempt to distract himself from his own problems, Matsuda decided he could at least try to help the other guy out.

"Yeah, I have," he replied, giving his friend a sympathetic smile. He'd had a couple of really hard choices to make since he'd started with the whole Kira case, although more in a life-altering sense than a losing friends sense. "I just ended up following my instincts." He shrugged and frowned. "But losing friends over a decision is kinda different. Would they listen if you explained why you don't really want to make the decision?"

[sitard3d.livejournal.com]

"The problem is, my instincts're pulling me in both directions at once," Demyx mumbled, glancing at Matsuda out of the corner of his eye. "And it's not that I'm gonna lose friends because they want me to decide...it's what I'm deciding about." After a pause, he decided that explaining the choices was really the only way to get that to make any sort of sense, so he elaborated. "Two of my friends - Nobodies, like me - want to get out of here by pretending to get well, y'know? Acting like they've been cured. And they said that some of the other Nobodies who left here were given hearts before they left, so they might even become real people again...and they asked me if I wanted to go with them. And I really don't want to get left behind again, or never see them again, but - I've got friends here, too. Like you. So it's either get left behind, or leave people behind myself, y'know? It sucks either way." He put his head in his hands briefly before raking those hands back through his hair. "And...I think they want to attack the kid who killed us - 'cause he's here, too. But the thing is...well, that kid used to be a friend of mine - sort of. And I'm kinda making friends with him again now, so I don't want them to kill him - but he destroyed our entire Organization, y'know? And he might kill my friends if they attack him. So what the hell do I do?" He gave Matsuda a half-pleading look, although he doubted his friend would have any easy answers for him. There were some questions even really smart people couldn't answer well, and Demyx suspected these fell in that category.