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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He watched her frown, lingering outside of the two moods he’d already shown her--the distantly charming approach he’d originally shown her, and the intent focus he’d turned outward like the glint of a knife during the rest of their time together. Unconsciously or not, Aidou supposed that could be part of the interest that drove her. It certainly didn’t seem to be because she was simply enamoured with him or his lifestyle. Ah well.

Aidou had never hated talking about himself before, but around others besides vampires, he had to be mindful, and around others besides vampires in Landel’s, he felt a little less inclined to divulge on the spot with strangers. Even the harmless ones. The questions, though, were innocuous enough… except for perhaps the last. He could lie--and he did lie, so very often--but he wished this conversation to be as simple as possible. He had more important things to worry about; potentially putting up with lies at a later date would be tiring.

But surely she knew she’d deflected questions aimed at her, so even if he refused to answer, it did, in a way, balance. Telling her to shut up was hardly beyond him, either, but it wouldn’t be necessary.

“Not many people are on a regular basis,” said the vampire, a way of assenting to the queries. He then shook his head, enough to make his hair dance. “Not something so grand, either.” Or… obsolete. Even in vampire society, which was so much more ancient than the humans’, the monarchy had been disestablished, and the royal family… Kaname-sama… Aidou definitely wasn’t a prince, not when that title rightfully belonged to someone else. A B level couldn’t aspire to take a pureblood’s position. “I’m a member of a noble household, that’s all.”