Day 22: Brunch

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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.

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Having finished his own food, Yazoo was once again resting his elbows on the table, listening to the sound of the flute as it floated around the cafeteria. It was interrupted, though, by Kadaj’s voice, and he answered his question with a small shrug.

“Pulling cat-boy around on his leash some more,” he said with a small smirk, flicking some hair behind his shoulder. He looked around the cafeteria, but failed to spot Seimei among the other patients (even though he wasn’t hard to miss). Oh, well, it wasn’t like he cared about Seimei. He just liked to check up on his toys and make sure they were still in one piece. If there was one thing he hated, it was when they broke before he was finished with them.

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... Well, that was succinct. Not that he really expected anything less (or more), considering it was Yazoo, but Kadaj was rapidly growing restless. He'd eaten his burritos like a good boy, relayed the message about Mother, and now...? What else was there to do?

He pouted faintly, fidgeting with his fork. It was a good thing it was almost the end of the shift, really, because by this point he just wanted to do something. Remembering the post on the bulletin board, he couldn't help but smirk to himself and, mimicking his brother, glance around for his pincushion toy. With any luck, he'd be able to catch Elena at that... host-whatever event and traumatize her some more. Tamaki would probably be be looking after her, but maybe just his presence alone...

Which brought up a new question. "What do you plan on doing next shift?" he asked Yazoo, turning to face him again. Might as well establish that before lapsing into silence once more. Giving his brother a conspirational look, he added in a sing-song voice, "Going to play with kitty~?"

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Yet another shrug. “I don’t really know,” he answered, looking over at Kadaj. “It depends on where they cart off us to, I guess. If it’s back to the sun room,” he wrinkled his nose slightly, “then I won’t be doing anything important.”

He smirked then, and said with a small laugh, “If kitty pays me another little visit, then I guess I could yank on his chain some more.” He stood and turned around in his seat, now facing in the opposite direction of Kadaj while leaning back against the table on his elbows. After a second or so of silence, he looked at Kadaj again and tilted his head slightly in curiosity. “What do you have planned for next shift? Anything interesting?”

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Kadaj blinked. "'Wherever they cart us off to?' It's free choice. At least, that's what the schedule claimed. If it was really 'free choice,' I'd be walking out of this place or, better yet, hunting down the Head Doctor and skinning him alive. Isn't it delightful, the number of misnomers here?" Shifting in his seat, he fiddled with his utensils some more before sighing and almost resignedly rising to his feet. Turning away from the table and picking up his tray, he said over his shoulder, "I'll be right back."

... What? It was all-you-can-eat.

Once he'd gotten a few more burritos (they really were pretty good), he returned, sliding back into his place and picking up the conversation right where he'd left off. "It's a shame you don't have a real chain for him. It'd be fun to lock him in place until night came, don't you think? The monsters could have a feast! Wouldn't do to tie him up too early, though-- just once he gets boring, right?"

He picked at the burritos thoughtfully before starting to eat them. It was honestly hard to tell whether or not he was actually hungry anymore or if he was just using the action of chewing as something to do. "I planned on going to that ridiculous host event," he said once he'd swallowed his mouthful, sending a significant glance in Elena's direction. "I have an old friend I need to catch up with, you know~?"