Refusing to be stuffed into a boring room full of even more boring books, Sechs was escorted to the sun room by a particularly stern nurse. Ignoring the nurse's scolding over his outburst in the cafeteria, Sechs angrily limped off from his uniformed tormentor in search of a lone corner to brood in. He had more important things to furiously think over than listen to the stupid nurse's lecturing.
Damn that bastard! Fine! That big idiot Teisel can just keep on pretending to be some lowlife named Todd! Sechs didn't care! He didn't care about anyone! Especially someone who would lie like that to him!
Yet no matter how forcefully Sechs confirmed to himself that his conversation with Teisel/Todd didn't matter, what happened between them still bothered him to no end. Could it be possible that Teisel was sincere about being "confused" and that everyone else including him were crazy-- No! It was Teisel's problem, not Sechs'! Yet despite it all Sechs still couldn't shake off that deep feeling of betrayal and disappointment. So much for battling Teisel's Blitzkrieg...
After a moment of glaring at the notes posted up on the board (stupid nurses censoring all the good stuff...) Sechs found himself restlessly limping around the room until his leg ached too much for him to stand. Growling and cursing under his breath, Sechs slouched over to the nearest couch he could find and sat himself down with a disgruntled groan. As he continued stewing over what had happened over breakfast, the vexed Replica slumped forward on his seat in deep thought, sending his dark hair to hang past his scowling face.
Why did everything have to be so damn complicated here?!
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Damn that bastard! Fine! That big idiot Teisel can just keep on pretending to be some lowlife named Todd! Sechs didn't care! He didn't care about anyone! Especially someone who would lie like that to him!
Yet no matter how forcefully Sechs confirmed to himself that his conversation with Teisel/Todd didn't matter, what happened between them still bothered him to no end. Could it be possible that Teisel was sincere about being "confused" and that everyone else including him were crazy-- No! It was Teisel's problem, not Sechs'! Yet despite it all Sechs still couldn't shake off that deep feeling of betrayal and disappointment. So much for battling Teisel's Blitzkrieg...
After a moment of glaring at the notes posted up on the board (stupid nurses censoring all the good stuff...) Sechs found himself restlessly limping around the room until his leg ached too much for him to stand. Growling and cursing under his breath, Sechs slouched over to the nearest couch he could find and sat himself down with a disgruntled groan. As he continued stewing over what had happened over breakfast, the vexed Replica slumped forward on his seat in deep thought, sending his dark hair to hang past his scowling face.
Why did everything have to be so damn complicated here?!