DAY 45: Sun Room (Second Shift)

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There was something fishy going on in the Institute today. All over the bulletin board, people were talking about having "woken up", having been "cured"... and it seemed as though ZEX was one of them. Tanaka wouldn't have recognized the note at all if it hadn't been signed - his wording, his handwriting, even his name had changed - and a part of him still wondered if it had been an imposter, trying to pull the wool over the Captain's allies.

But it'd be easy enough to find out the truth. Whoever it was had agreed to meet him, and Tanaka was waiting for him just outside the cafeteria doors, ready to catch him as he came from breakfast. If "Max" was an imposter, then he'd discover the identity of a hidden enemy. And if he was really ZEX...

...well, he'd have a whole new set of things to worry about.

[for a spoiled rich brat brainwashed Admiral]

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[kindalikedit]

He almost missed it, but…was Suzaku actually blushing? Rick almost grinned at that. Aw, wasn’t that cute? Kid was still shy about cooties and boobs. Honestly, he looked a little old not to have done a little bit of experimenting on the side, but some guys were late bloomers, and it wasn’t fair to give him crap over something like that.

“Hey, look on the bright side – it’s like, what, an hour or two of the whole week? Never know, maybe you’ll get someone with a pulse,” Rick said. “Whatever you gotta do to get this over with.”

That was he was gonna treat it, even if he really wasn’t looking forward to his own therapy. Sometimes you just had to jump through some hoops to get to the finish line and sure, he liked the food here, but there was a point where you started getting stir-crazy, bored, and you needed to actually get out and work without having to get told you couldn’t handle big-kid scissors with edges or something. At least that was his take on it, he was sure there were people here who probably wouldn’t mind chilling out here for however long and it wasn’t his business to judge ‘em or not.

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Suzaku nodded along, disappointed in himself that he was acting a part yet again. But it would be better just to agree with Dean, to keep their relations smooth, especially because there was no point in upsetting him. If Dean was brainwashed, it wasn't his fault, and Suzaku wouldn't be having much contact with him anyway. Not enough contact to help him, at any rate.

"Yeah, I guess I'll see, whenever it's my turn." There wasn't much else to say, not without crossing the border of "casual acquaintance." So it came as a bit of a relief when the shift changed, and a nurse came to drag Suzaku off to lunch. "See you around," he said, smiling the tiniest bit at Dean. Probably not, actually. He should have just avoided the guy in the first place.