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Day 22: Brunch
Cid usually liked sleeping in, especially in a place as messed up and uninviting as this, but this happened to be one situation where he really wished he hadn't.
Right there, on the bulletin board. The Head Doctor and he'd fucking missed it? Some part of him wished he'd been there to take his eye out and another part of him knew he wouldn't have been able to. No man that powerful who hid for so long went to dangerous places without some kind of entourage.
Brunch sounded like it'd be filling, at least, though he nearly stopped in his tracks when the bastard announced TEA. TEA. It'd been a damn long while since he'd had some fucking tea, though with all the stress this place had found fit to rain down on his fucking head, it hadn't really been the first priority on his mind. Kinda nice, even if Cid was sure this was just some game the mother fucker was playing to get them all stuck neck-deep in Stockholm Syndrome.
He scanned the mostly-empty room for any sign of a familiar face once he'd piled waffles and sausages and syrup on his plate, though the person he really wanted to talk to was that Reynolds guy. "Spaceship" was the last word he remembered clearly before waking up in his bed, and dammit if he wasn't going to keep it stuck like glue in his mind.
He found a table where he could watch people come into the cafeteria and grabbed for his mug. The steam rising from his drink and the bag of herbs in it was nearly enough to make him grin despite it all, and it was with marked leisure and a little relief that he drank his goddamn tea.
Right there, on the bulletin board. The Head Doctor and he'd fucking missed it? Some part of him wished he'd been there to take his eye out and another part of him knew he wouldn't have been able to. No man that powerful who hid for so long went to dangerous places without some kind of entourage.
Brunch sounded like it'd be filling, at least, though he nearly stopped in his tracks when the bastard announced TEA. TEA. It'd been a damn long while since he'd had some fucking tea, though with all the stress this place had found fit to rain down on his fucking head, it hadn't really been the first priority on his mind. Kinda nice, even if Cid was sure this was just some game the mother fucker was playing to get them all stuck neck-deep in Stockholm Syndrome.
He scanned the mostly-empty room for any sign of a familiar face once he'd piled waffles and sausages and syrup on his plate, though the person he really wanted to talk to was that Reynolds guy. "Spaceship" was the last word he remembered clearly before waking up in his bed, and dammit if he wasn't going to keep it stuck like glue in his mind.
He found a table where he could watch people come into the cafeteria and grabbed for his mug. The steam rising from his drink and the bag of herbs in it was nearly enough to make him grin despite it all, and it was with marked leisure and a little relief that he drank his goddamn tea.
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Luxord would have scowled if he wasn't too busy smiling at the look in II's eye; he knew that look. So, he smiled warmly (as warmly as he could) in a complete 180 to his previous expression, and addressed Naminé before stepping back with the other two.
"I understand your confusion, peanut, but please don't fret. Everything is going to be fine."
[Going with the others.]
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"Princess, you should call off your gaurds!" he said, still as bouncy as ever. "They seem to think I have ill intentions!" The last part was spoken as though he was truly hurt, although he couldn't care less what they had to say.
"Anyway, you were telling me you lived in a Castle?"
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"Oh..." She turned to see Zelos return, unscathed and seemingly unaffected by their threats. "I'm sorry, I... I didn't think they would get so upset," She apologized, though it seemed like Zelos really didn't care about the rude interruption.
"Yes, I did... I grew up with them around, you see," Naminé explained, trying to make her past sound as normal as possible. It was rather difficult. "But... how did you know that I'm related to a princess?"
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He waved off the apology. "Princess, you have nothing to be sorry for!...Although, if it's not to much trouble, you might want to call them off." He didn't particularly want to have to look over his shoulder because some guys got jealous. He couldn't help being so sexy, really.
Zelos was a little surprised his guess was right, but didn't let it show in his face. "How could I not know? I happen to be something of royalty myself...I can certainly tell." He cocked his head again, grinning. "Such a fair, delicate look! Of course you're a princess!"