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Day 49: Noon - Tasty Burger
Once she'd found she wasn't in any danger whatsoever of hopping aboard the Pukemobile, Yuffie had gotten kinda peckish. She'd ditched the bagged breakfast ages ago, way back on the bus, and, haha, like hell was she trekking back over that way to get it. Too much to see in a town without a lot in it.
So, here she was. Sitting at a plastic table in a plastic chair, in the almost completely plastic 'Tasty Burger', with fries, chicken strips, and a banana shake to wash it down with. Yuffie wrinkled her nose, more put off by the Eastern-style 'meal' than the reproachful stares of the staff and patrons. The latter she was way, way more than used to. Came with the job description. All of the job descriptions.
"Should've gone to the Twin Pine," Yuffie muttered around the (plastic!) straw, slumping forward onto her damp, denim-clad elbows. Taking a long pull of vaguely banana-flavored gloop, she cast a deft, if bored, eye around the establishment. As always, she'd gone for the most strategic seat; one that let her see as much as possible, without cutting off her access to at least one viable escape route. Not that she wanted to look at the place. Eurgh.
It was still hard to reconcile how this place should have looked with how it did look. Quick repair jobs were one thing, but something about the set-up rubbed Yuffie the wrong way. It was the same the whole town over. Chips, here and there, cracks in windows and doodles on walls. But no scorch marks, no sign that there'd been a no-holds-barred battle tearing up the place from top to bottom. The residents were pissy and suspicious, but not in that way—not in a way that'd suggest they remembered what they'd done, what they'd turned into, and what the patients had done in return.
[Cloud and Nanaki~.]
So, here she was. Sitting at a plastic table in a plastic chair, in the almost completely plastic 'Tasty Burger', with fries, chicken strips, and a banana shake to wash it down with. Yuffie wrinkled her nose, more put off by the Eastern-style 'meal' than the reproachful stares of the staff and patrons. The latter she was way, way more than used to. Came with the job description. All of the job descriptions.
"Should've gone to the Twin Pine," Yuffie muttered around the (plastic!) straw, slumping forward onto her damp, denim-clad elbows. Taking a long pull of vaguely banana-flavored gloop, she cast a deft, if bored, eye around the establishment. As always, she'd gone for the most strategic seat; one that let her see as much as possible, without cutting off her access to at least one viable escape route. Not that she wanted to look at the place. Eurgh.
It was still hard to reconcile how this place should have looked with how it did look. Quick repair jobs were one thing, but something about the set-up rubbed Yuffie the wrong way. It was the same the whole town over. Chips, here and there, cracks in windows and doodles on walls. But no scorch marks, no sign that there'd been a no-holds-barred battle tearing up the place from top to bottom. The residents were pissy and suspicious, but not in that way—not in a way that'd suggest they remembered what they'd done, what they'd turned into, and what the patients had done in return.
[Cloud and Nanaki~.]
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She glanced from him to Lelouch at the question and turned to her lunch, silently nibbling at the sandwich without too much appetite. If she didn't eat then Lelouch would probably worry, and she didn't really want that. The food wasn't really her favorite, but it wasn't as though they had a lot of options here in town.
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He sent Nunnally a concerned look, but at her apparent dismissal of the subject, he allowed himself to relax a little. He couldn't tell if she was homesick, unsettled by some sense of displacement brought on by this place, or both, but if she didn't want to draw attention to it, he would... wait until the old man had left before asking her. She might not wish to discuss it with Mihai around, but surely he could help put her mind at ease.
At the question from Mihai, Lelouch glanced over again, his face carefully blank once more. "Today is my eleventh day," he answered promptly, shrugging a little. "It's my second trip to Doyleton, too. I'd recommend being careful come nightfall, by the way, or better yet, a little while before. Find a defensible store or building with plenty of objects you can use as makeshift weaponry. The last visit here was..." He trailed off and glanced toward Nunnally, worry creeping back into his expression despite his best efforts. "If we're brought back to the institute before then, there shouldn't be any problems, but if not, you can expect the same sort of changes that occur there to happen here."
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But he didn't pry; Nunnally's reason was her own, and picking at a dead topic would be thoughtlessly rude on Mihai's part. Besides, Lelouch had offered a great deal more in reply to Mihai's question that just a number. Now he had something entirely new to worry about that neither Badou nor Haine had mentioned. He'd have to make sure to thank them for that later.
"Thanks for the info." Luckily Mihai had a talent for using the environment to his advantage, but it did make it a bit more important that he find Badou and Haine again. And from the way Lelouch looked at Nunnally just then, he suspected that the older boy might share a similar concern. "Do you two have a plan for yourselves? No offense, but neither of you exactly looks like the fighting type." He tried to smile for Nunnally's sake, especially since he had the feeling Lelouch was downplaying the situation for the same reason. But protecting the girl from a bit of worry at the cost of physical injury or worse was pretty stupid in this case. Better they be prepared than hurt or dead.