Night 41: M01-10 Hallway

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[in M7]

Hanatarou had managed to choke down about half of his dinner before finally giving up and pushing the tray away. With a glance back at Sora to make sure his roommate wasn't looking, he'd opened the closet door to get his uniform and started to change; he thought that if he was going to act like a healer he could at least look like one. Right?

He was just settling his pack in place when the intercom went off, and he gave a startled glance back toward the speaker. The announcement was creepy and disturbing as usual, but considering that he was already a bundle of nerves as it was...well, there wasn't really a visible impact on him. There were supposed to be two people - two strangers - coming by to be healed, and he hoped that he'd be able to help them.

The healer paused for a moment, staring blankly at the imitation Hisagomaru in the corner of the closet before finally deciding to leave it there for the time being. He'd have to see how he felt after trying to heal two people before deciding what he was going to do next.

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"Yeah," Kenren agreed, nodding at Nataku. "It's getting pretty late so I'm guessing they got held up or something." Or maybe disappeared but he wasn't about to vocalise that thought. Hanatarou was skittish enough as it was and Kenren didn't want to make him any worse. "So you should come with us. We can always use another person and we'd feel bad about just leaving you here on your own." He was worried that he'd somehow manage to get eaten even in the relative safety of the bedroom.

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"Ah...o-okay?" There wasn't really any reason to argue with the two of them, especially since they were right. If Kira hadn't arrived yet, he probably wasn't going to, though Hanatarou wasn't sure why they'd want to drag him along when he'd just slow them down.

He flinched a little in automatic reaction to the tap against his forehead, but only blinked at Nataku for a moment before managing to summon up a small smile again. "You're welcome?" The comments about mushrooms were making him curious and wishing he had a mirror, it was true, but somehow he didn't get the feeling there was anything malicious about Nataku at all.

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Nataku returned the smile. "Ok, consider yourself commandeered." Yeah, he really liked Hanatarou... especially with those nice designs on his face. He'd figure it out eventually, Nataku was sure of that. In the meantime he should be glad that it wasn't nose hairs.

He hopped off the bed, double checking his pockets for the pair of scalpels and the note Ritsuka had left him. That would do for tonight except for one little thing.

He glanced at Kenren. "I didn't bring anything to carry the metal in."

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Kenren grinned rakishly at Hanatarou, nodding in satisfaction. "Welcome to History Club, I guess," he said with a laugh. He pulled out his gun, checking it for ammo and to make sure that it wouldn't jam if it came to a fight. He didn't really think that it would, but it was something that had just been drilled into him for as long as he could remember. "Or, y'know, just welcome to being friends with the two of us. Whatever floats your boat."

He kept the gun in his hand for now and looked over at Nataku. "Hey, Hanatarou, mind if we borrow some pillowcases?"

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Hanatarou managed a somewhat shyer smile for Kenren and nodded, choosing to ignore the 'History Club' comment for the time being. He didn't really think that the other shinigami would appreciate him joining another group, but that brought him back to what he'd been dwelling on earlier, and he didn't much feel like going back to it just now. It was just giving him a headache, and he had enough of one at the moment.

If they were going to be leaving the room, though, he had his own preparations to make. The healer pushed to his feet again, hesitating a moment at a brief spell of light-headedness, and moved over to his closet. "Pillowcases?" he asked, blinking back at the other two. "Oh. Um. No?" They'd be replaced in the morning anyway, if past experience was any indication.

He turned back to the closet again then, pulling his sword out of the back corner and carefully sliding it into place at his waist. Hopefully he'd have no need to attempt to use it tonight, but it was best to be prepared.

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Nataku went about helping Kenren borrow pillow cases while Hanatarou fetched his own weapon. A sword. He should probably be thinking about getting another one soon because, truth be told, there were several reasons he didn't particularly like scalpels.

Well, he'd take care of it soon. For now, they had other things to do. Taking one of the pillow cases in his weak arm, he made sure Kenren was ready with the other and nodded. "Ok, lead the way."

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