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Day 40: Lunch
*hobble wobble*
"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]
"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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Momo wanted to say that, but the tears that sprang to Reinforce's eyes stopped those words from ever being voiced. What good would they do? Signum had been a knight and a knight had duty, had honor. The shinigami was vain enough to believe that the knight had protected her out of duty as her position demanded, but Signum had been her friend. Maybe, even with knights, friendship was stronger than things such as honor and duty. Maybe Momo was completely wrong; she wasn't a knight and didn't have the capacity (so she thought) to understand what it was to be one. She was shinigami, nothing more, nothing less.
A failure of one, at that. A Death God, yes, but one that got the people she cared about killed. She'd once said to others, possibly even the first Noah, that she was death. Now... now she knew for certain; she brought death to those she cared about.
Swallowing hard, glancing down at her palm, Momo shook her head slightly in response to Raine's words. The half-elf meant well, but this was something she didn't understand - not like Momo. Not like Reinforce.
Standing up, the shinigami moved around Raine and went to stand by Reinforce's side. Without a word, without even asking, she went to gently pull Reinforce to her so she could wrap her arms around the woman in a comforting hug, to stroke her hair and let her cry. It was easier this way, for Momo. This way, she could focus everything on comforting Reinforce, and once again ignore her own emotional wounds, not feel them like she didn't even feel the cast on her arm anymore.
"I miss her," Momo whispered.
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Still... it was strange to be held, in this form. Especially by one who wasn't part of her, like her masters and knights had been. And yet somehow, the gesture put her at ease too, as it had been meant to.
It was good that she couldn't speak like this... all the calm she'd composed before Hayate in the end, for her own death, had fled her.
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Momo could sense that Reinforce was not used to being hugged and, with what the shinigami knew of her, she could understand it. Actually, even without the knowledge that she had, she could understand very well. It still took a lot of effort for Momo to control herself whilst hugging or being hugged by another. This time, though, was far easier than most. Perhaps it was a bit of the mutual grief, though she would never be able to fathom the depth of what Reinforce was feeling. Perhaps it was something else. Perhaps, it simply was.
She didn't say anything more than those three words, just kept comforting Reinforce. Focusing on the other woman's grief made it easier to stem the flow of her own. She wouldn't say anymore on it unless Reinforce asked. If the woman wanted more, Momo trusted that she would ask sometime in the future.