Dayshift 43: Waiting Room / Lobby 2 [4th Shift]

"Now you just have a seat and wait for your visitor like everyone else."

As the nurse went away from him, Kurogane huffed out some agitation but refused to have a seat. Hearing that he had a visitor had been one of the last things he'd expected. It was always the magician who got one, not him. And who the hell would want to visit him anyway?

During his first protests, the nurse had been telling him to behave since it wasn't nice to be sour to girls, so he knew it had to be a girl that was visiting. There were a few of those Kurogane knew could show up as a "visitor" for him, all of which were annoying. Some were worse than others too. He could probably handle if Sohma showed up, and maybe Amaterasu, but when it came to Tomoyo-hime... she was already hard to handle normally, no matter what world she came from. The Piffle version had been pretty much the same, just raised differently. If he saw her, even a fake her, she would probably be just the same and he'd have to at put up with it no matter what.

Eventually he chose to take a seat, knowing that he would not be leaving any time soon. Of course, he picked the one that was furthest into the corner to avoid unwanted conversations. He would already have to deal with a visitor; he shouldn't have to deal with anything more.
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[personal profile] madeinthehrl 2009-08-24 06:52 pm (UTC)(link)
She hesitated almost imperceptibly, unsure of what to say. Telling him about the nights here was out of the question; she knew she wouldn't be believed, as much as he still trusted her here. When it all came down to it, she was still a mentally troubled girl, even if she was his daughter. She had no idea what she had apparently been diagnosed with, and anything she said might easily be written off as mere delusion.

"The staff here--" she began, but cut herself short. Was it any use to make him worry about her more? What if he did pull her out of the asylum--what if she went home with him, back to this family she didn't know? Was that as good as returning to their own world? Was it...better, if he was happy here, if she could learn to be happy here...

She hadn't often questioned herself before. Now the questions came flooding in at an overwhelming rate, and the answers didn't present themselves quickly enough for her to respond in time. They never had.

"It's difficult," she said quietly, and the lie came just as easily this time, if not easier, "but I'll be all right." Then, quieter, "...I miss you."