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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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Rangiku held his hand against her breast for a moment, clasping his fingers in her own even if he was probably too preoccupied with excrutiating pain to notice. Then she stumbled back a few steps, as though unsure on her feet, her face changing into a mask of horror and a little fear as she turned to the rest of the room. A sharp sound, nearly a scream escaped her and she looked around wildly for a nurse, her whole demeanour one of someone who had been wronged. She was no stranger to using her looks to her advantage and could act with the best of them if she needed to.
"Nurse! Nurse!"
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That just wouldn't do. If he was gonna be punished either way, he was gonna make sure he got at least a small bit of satisfaction out of it.
Through an effort of will alone, he forced himself to his feet, covering the distance between them as fast as his delayed senses could carry him and pulling her toward him in an awkward embrace. One arm at her waist, firm and immovable, pressing their bodies together, his other hand at the back of her neck, closing the remaining gap which met at one inevitable end. Gin pressed his lips to hers roughly, demanding, though she resisted.
It lasted only a moment and then it was all over, the nurses were coming and this time he had no simple retort or pitiful story. But at least now he was guilty of the crime. He fell back a few steps, giving Rangiku space before she decided he'd earned another well-placed kick. He still couldn't quite force himself to stand straight, though there was a smile on his lips this time that even the pain couldn't erase.