Day 41: Sun Room

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Haseo's steps were heavy with the weight of righteous anger as he was escorted into the Sun Room, his posture so sullen and reluctant you could almost hear the nostalgic cry of an electric guitar. He was seething, and though perhaps it was a bit harder to be intimidating while wearing the uniform of an insane asylum and flanked by a bored-looking orderly, it was not for lack of trying.

Unfortunately, his nurse seemed unaffected by the act, and even with the cloud of failing to keep "Kai" away from "Peyton" hanging over her, remained determinedly cheerful. She merely said something about receiving a lecture later on, ignored his retorts, and assured him that it would be alright even though his internet stalker was in the same building. For the most part, Haseo tuned her babbling out after that, dismissing it as hopeless.

"...and usually this would be the time children would be taking showers, but you don't have to worry about that right now. Now then, le--"

"Wait. What?"

"Oh, all the children seventeen or under are separated right now while the adults go to the courtyard..."

"Hey, I'm not a kid you old--!"

"Oh of course you aren't dear, but you're not eighteen yet either, now are you?"

Haseo resisted the urge to do something rash, literally biting his tongue to keep quiet. But upon having the bulletin board pointed out to him, he shrugged off his anger for the most part and headed that way, fully intending to get more answers than he'd had time to receive during breakfast.

Well... at least Endrance is in another shower group, he thought, Thank god.

[Closed to Tsukasa, for now!]

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[clockmongler.livejournal.com]

X had completely forgotten about that burn on his shoulder until II decided to rest his chin on it. Pain. He couldn't help flinching and letting out a brief hiss as that feeling of hurt ran down his spine. Letting go, however, was out of the question it would require effort. It had almost turned into a game, holding onto one another like this. Whoever let go first lost.

"And yet you continued fighting. The blame, I wonder, falls on whose shoulders?"

[numberii.livejournal.com]

At the hissing and flinching, Xigbar raised his chin and looked at Luxord with a questioning expression. Now why the heck was the Nobody acting like that? Had he been beaten down too? Or was it something else?

In either case, there was no chance he'd explain why he moved. Was it because he cared, or just because there was a lot of damage Luxord could do? "You keep up the arguin' and something might fall on your shoulders."

[clockmongler.livejournal.com]

Ow ow ow ow. Luxord flinched again when Xigbar moved, but refused to let go all the same. He would not be beaten by a burn. He was better than that.

...it dawned on him that he was not going to enjoy being in the showers in the least, if simply being touched hurt that badly.

"Or perhaps my fist will fall into your face." If II wasn't going to try with the insults, X wasn't going to either.