Day 43: Sun Room, 4th Shift

[euphemise.livejournal.com]

The late-afternoon sun filled the large, open Sun Room. It was almost enough to make you sleepy, Euphemia thought, as she walked in, brushing a little glitter off her shirt. She didn't particularly feel like she was up to much - the worrying about everyone had drained her, as much as she'd tried not to think too much about it.

With that thought in the back of her mind, she walked over towards the bulletin board. It looked like it was cleared off at the end of the day, because now it was filled with information. She made a note of the 'primer' post, then began copying the maps onto some paper she'd taken with her from the Arts and Crafts Room.

One more thing struck her, though - the idea of visitors. Was this what all the announcements about graduates were? She thought of the others then, and frowned, hoping that neither of them were going through anything like that today.

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[gentiana-clusii.livejournal.com]

"'Scuse me for tryin' to be concerned," Ken shot back wearily, even so there was sincerity in his voice. He had his own way of saying so, even if Schuldig didn't appreciate it.

He was tired of hostility, but hopefully he had managed to at least talk Aya into not yelling at Yohji, or going after Schuldig. He was stupid to think any more involvement would be necessary, or wanted.

He glanced over the bulletin board instead. He didn't often post notes on it, but he usually read it more often.

[k4t4str0ph4l.livejournal.com]

It was too late in the day for it to be some sort of drug-induced misconception - Siberian actually meant it. Where the concern stemmed from Schuldig couldn't even guess, unless it was perhaps a vague fear that Aya had something to do with it - certainly Ken and Yohji had been on pins and needles as to Aya's reaction to the revelation that Schuldig had formed a connection with one of his teammates, and not entirely without good reason.

In any case...Schuldig allowed himself to lower his guard, however slightly. "Crawford's gone. Again." There wasn't much point in not telling Siberian, anyway; if he hadn't read it on the bulletin board, he'd notice eventually anyway.

[gentiana-clusii.livejournal.com]

Ken stopped reading, wincing. No wonder Schuldig was in such a bad way. Farfarello had gone recently, and now Crawford? For the second time, even...

"...fuck. I'm sorry." There were things out there that no one deserved to go through, personal feelings aside. He hadn't liked Crawford, the smarmy bastard, but...Jesus, he'd been gone just as quickly as he arrived.

[k4t4str0ph4l.livejournal.com]

"Conveniently high turnover rate for Schwarz these days, isn't there?" Schuldig remarked with an ugly chuckle. "It'd be terribly convenient for all of you, if we were actually bothering you at all...and if there were still a 'we'." Schwarz had actually been quite low-key about that, but then they'd had more pressing concerns...and Schuldig, at least, had promised good behavior to Yohji, although that had really only extended to Omi.

Maybe antagonizing Aya a bit would improve his mood. He really ought to; it had been ages, and the assassin was clearly set to hate him no matter what he did. And was Aya really any more likely to kill him than anything else in this damned place?

[gentiana-clusii.livejournal.com]

Ken sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I might not particularly like you, but this is too much." Blunt as ever. It wasn't all to do with their shared history--Schuldig's personality just grated on Ken's nerves at the best of times.

"And here I've been working on convincing Aya to leave you and Crawford alone..." He might've managed, this morning, but the whole conversation had been such a painful clusterfuck that Ken couldn't be sure. At least he might've been misdirected.

[k4t4str0ph4l.livejournal.com]

"I'm aware," Schuldig observed as he rolled onto his back to stare up at the ceiling. He'd never been terribly good at accepting sympathy; he'd always chalked it up to a lack of practice. "Who do you think you're talking to, after all?" He glanced at Ken. "You've at least convinced him Balinese hasn't lost his mind, associating with me, though what he intends to do about it I don't know - largely because he doesn't yet, either." He snorted quietly. "I suppose it might be a little easier now that there's only one of us to convince him about, hm?"

[gentiana-clusii.livejournal.com]

Ken sighed. "Stubborn bastard," he muttered, leaning back against the wall. The younger man was incredibly difficult to deal with sometimes, and for Ken, who'd been so dependent on the older version, to be the one trying to talk sense into him--it was certainly a turn around.

"Maybe. But he probably won't make things that easy. God forbid a Takatori shows up, he'd never calm down."

[k4t4str0ph4l.livejournal.com]

"Look who's talking," Schuldig replied with a faint smirk. It was impossible to miss the irony; the only reason neither Ken nor Aya had ever won a prize for bullheadedness was because they spent too much time locking horns to settle which of them deserved it more.

Stretching out more comfortably, he inquired, "So you've broken the news to him about me and Balinese, but you haven't told him about the two of you yet? Are you even attracted to this one?"