damned_institute | Day 41: Breakfast

Endrance turned his head to look at the intercom, giving it a look that would wither an entire rose garden in an instant. He would never get used to ending up in his room again from somewhere else in the Institute.

He brushed his bangs out of his eyes, not sitting up just yet. He could tell already that his torso had been heavily bandaged, even more so than it had been the night before. The cuts on his arms were covered with fresh bandages, and the one on his cheek seemed to no longer be there at all.

Endrance had been expecting to wake up in a lot of pain, but even that seemed numbed. "They must have given me something," he murmured quietly, as he slowly sat up.

At that moment, his nurse came to get him, pushing a wheelchair along with her. "Peyton, dear, good morning. I've come to take you to breakfast, so..." He shook his head. "I'm fine. There's no need for that...I can walk perfectly well."

She sighed. Well, if he insisted, she wasn't going to stop him. She motioned for an orderly to take the chair away, and walked him to the cafeteria. Once they had gotten there, she pointed him toward a seat, then set a full tray of pancakes covered with syrup, a bowl of fruit, and a glass of orange juice in front of him. "Now eat all of that, Peyton, or else you won't be strong enough to keep walking like that."

He glared at her back as she walked away, then stopped suddenly. There was that faint pulse he'd felt the night before...it was exactly the same.

And so he completely ignored his food in favor of staring at the cafeteria doors, looking at every patient that came in.

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"Mm, well, one of them. I like teasing Kuro-rin, so I think of lots of them," he answered honestly. Two in a row, something of a record for him. Not that they were things that really mattered. It was easy to tell the truth about trivial things.

"I'm not sure what you'd call it. We've done a lot of traveling together, that sort of thing. I don't think he'd call any of us friends, even if he had to. That's just how he is." Yuuhi gave a shrug, not appearing to be bothered by the fact.

"Eheh, just don't let him know you know about that," he laughed, wagging a finger. "He wants everyone to think he's just as mean and scary as he looks."

Chise was awed by the fact Fai had created many nicknames for Kurogane. Shuji had only one nickname and stuck with it. "But, wouldn't he be extremely annoyed about it and then punish you for teasing?" Kurogane's occupation remained a mystery to her.

"So in a loose sense, you're like teammates in a platoon from a military. Even though he doesn't see you as a friend, he does worry about you from time to time, right? Because that's what friends do, the way I see it." How mean of Kurogane to deny being friends with Fai, he should at least consider the nice man as a companion.

She continued to giggle, remembering Kurogane's reaction yesterday. "His face still scars me, a little bit, but I can tell that he cares about people close to him. Also, it's funny when his face goes all red."

"Oh yes, but that's half the fun," Yuuhi nodded, smile widening slightly. "And you're only punished if you get caught. I've learned to be very quick!"

He glanced over to see that Kurogane had arrived and was, in fact, back to his usual towering height. He looked back to Chise, "Mm, well I don't think Kuro-wan is really the type to be worried, but he takes good care of our other companions." The thought of Kuro actually worrying about him was a strange one. Was that what he'd meant? When he said Fai was someone important?

He cast the thought aside before it had time to take root. "Isn't it?" he laughed. "I'm impressed! Chise managed to make Kuro-tan's face go red! Hyuuu..."

Chise was never the one to be quick on her feet (more like tripping over them) and mentally note never to call Kurogane any of the nicknames Fai created.

"Maybe his definition of 'friends' is different from the way other people think." During the war, most people tended to treat others as strangers or simple companions. Getting too attached or buddy-buddy with a fellow comrade led them to their deaths most of the time.

When Fai mentioned that he was impressed by her 'accomplishment', her cheeks burned up. "N-Not on purpose! At the time I accidentally mentioned sex and then Kuro-tan -- I mean, Kurogane blew up." It must have been the medicine that made her thoughts float around. Speaking of medicine, she needed to take hers.

"It was kinda cute at the time, but extremely embarrassing for him a--what does 'hyuuu' mean?" She never heard anybody make a sound like that.

"Eheh, well maybe you're right," he nodded, leaving it at that. Trying to understand the way Kurogane thought was usually more trouble than it was worth.

"Hooooouuuu," he cooed in understanding, finally realizing why Kurogane had seemed so flustered. He'd done the same thing on the bulletin board when Ken and Ururu had asked about sex. It was kind of funny to think that the tough man could be felled so easily. Yuuhi smiled when Chise almost used one of the nicknames. She seemed like a nice girl. "Kuro-pin is shy, who would've guessed!"

He made a mental note to bring the subject up more often, if only to fluster the ninja. "Ah... well I really can't whistle, so hyuuuu... that's what it sounds like right? Making the sound effects for it is just as fun."

"I suppose so, with the way he acts all tough and mean." Everything made sense now, guys who were scary looking and acted all silent and tough are actually shy. Shuji, Tetsu, Takaya, and Kurogane were perfect examples.

"Me neither, my best friend tried to teach me a long time ago but I couldn't do it." She made a small 'o' with her mouth and blew as hard as she could. Nothing but the sound of air came out.

Yuuhi decided to leave the talk of Kurogane aside now that Chise seemed to understand. Whistling though, was another matter entirely.

"Uh oh, you too? I don't feel so bad now; I'd thought I was the only one!"

"I suppose that makes us part of a small boat that can't whistle." A really, really, tiny boat. Maybe a dingy or a raft.

Okay, now came the part where everything screws up. "Um...Fai, I want to tell you that I may act a little strange after I take these," she warned, showing him her pack of daily pills. "If I happen to say anything that offends you, I'm sorry. Please ignore them till I recover. I probably won't be able to think clearly."

She then ingested the pills and waited for the side-effects to kick in. Once it did, her eyes drooped and she started to sway side-to-side.

[ooc: explanation for the pills is in her profile]

Day 41: Breakfast

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