Day 49: Early Afternoon - Tasty Burger

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[ Continued from here. ]

The damn burger place was actually the last place Haseo would have wanted to revisit after the previous week, but there was little other choice when practically dragging the distraught Endrance along with him and trying to find an appropriate shelter: he couldn't be certain anywhere else close would have somewhere to sit down, and the only other place he'd actually been inside of - the grocery store - had been somewhere Endrance had also been in when the town had been full of zombies.

This was where Haseo had been with Leon and Kibitoshin when the nightmare started, but... well, he couldn't remember if he'd ever mentioned that particular piece of information to Endrance or not, and at the moment going somewhere that wasn't as bad to Endrance, even if it was more unsettling to Haseo, was more important. Most of the places were enough to make Haseo feel secretly sick to his stomach anyway.

Hurrying through the door, he immediately guided the Blade Brandier to the side, behind a dividing booth and by a window sporting a display that mostly blocked it. He couldn't keep from staring around a bit (was that chair over there the one he'd used as a weapon?), and his mind was strangely blank, but he'd gotten alright at doing things without thinking. If only that could work all the time.

"Sit," he said seriously, and made to do the same.

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[diamondstorm]

The rain had seemed to signify some change the Digimon couldn't understand completely. Herded into a building... a familiar building, though the differences in light and dark were great... she spared a quick glance at the line, and then moved to a table near the window, sitting against the wall. The nurses might detest the rain, but Renamon was in no such mood. The differences that the water had on a human body were few when covered, and other than uncomfortable, she didn't mind being wet. The pants and covering was better than the past weeks.

The fact of weeks passing here, and gaining a preference on clothes, was a bit discouraging. She slid her notebook out from under her sweatshirt. It wasn't wet. Mentally shrugging, she opened it to page through it. She hadn't gained any new information but maybe something would occur to her while she was stuck here.

[for Jiraiya.~]

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Jiraiya, unlike Renamon, was more than happy to get out of the rain. The rain made his hair sag down horribly, and he didn't like it tugging too much at his head. It was okay when he took a shower and it was his decision to get wet, but he decidedly did not want to be wet now! Especially because form fitting black leather jeans were even less fun wet. So inside he went, without much ushering from a nurse.

He was hungry, too. So, of course, he went to the burger joint. Which was a bit weird, really. Jiraiya was used to eating a hamburger by itself on a plate. In this place, they served it on a "bun". With odd toppings. It tasted all right, though, so Jiraiya couldn't mind it all that much.

Another couple of steps in, and he didn't mind eating hamburgers at all--there was Renamon, and there was his ticket to--. Well, actually, he didn't know what, but he know he'd enjoy the trip there.

"Fancy meeting you here," Jiraiya called out--much louder than he really needed to--as he approached the former Digimon.

[timeseal.livejournal.com]

After having two separate people try to scare him with stories about zombies, Rolo naturally wasn't in the mood for more human interaction and spent the rest of the morning fruitlessly searching for Lelouch. He didn't know why, but in this place, actually keeping track of his brother was difficult and damn near impossible at some points. And every time he did find Lelouch, someone had to be in the way. He didn't know anything about the web of contacts that his brother had built up, but Rolo was starting to find it irritating; could his brother really count on all of those people to help him? Perhaps the real question Rolo was asking himself was, How come he can't come to me for help?

Well, Rolo did get something. It was better than nothing, but it was a task that couldn't be done right away. He had to wait until night to do it, and waiting was aggravating. Especially moreso when the rain picked up and Rolo found himself getting herded to some building. The boy made such a fuss that he was actually threatened with being kept on the bus for the remainder of the trip if he didn't "get his fanny into the nearest building right now", so that was why the boy was now sulking in the corner of Tasty Burger, head resting in his arms as he half laid across the table.

If Rolo knew that his brother had been spending time here not one hour before with Nunnally, he might have screamed.

[ for Ange, his other husbando ♥ ]

[finalwitch.livejournal.com]

The downpour came shortly after the time spent in conversation with the odd man. Ange hadn't minded either: rain was comforting in ways sunlight could not provide, and the man was strange enough to warrant some interest. They had not talked long for her to catch a name, but she supposed the two would cross paths again. This place was made for repeated presence, for better or worse.

She had then spent the better part of lunch wandering from building to building, eyes and mind fixed on nothing in particular. Her brother must have found more suitable activities (he'd always been the active type, hadn't he) to be so absent, or Ange had finally succumbed to logic and purged the illusion. She didn't know, and yet her eyes found themselves occasionally twitching toward glimpses of red.

A nurse found this particularly disturbing and guided the young woman to a nearby establishment--"Tasty Burger", according to the sign. Hamburgers weren't exactly her type of meal, but if the boy in the corner was of any indication, the company was bit more tolerable. Ange walked toward him, face blank.

"You're looking well," she commented once within earshot.

[oftemptation.livejournal.com]

Endrance squinted, the contrast between the too-bright fluorescent lights and the dark clouds outside hitting him harder than expected. Then there was the faint blood smell - no. That wasn't blood, though it might as well have been. He almost fell into the seat next to Haseo's, one hand reaching out for one of the Rogue's.

"I...I'm sorry, I'm..."

Breathe.

He fell silent again, focusing on the sound of his breath for a few moments. "I didn't mean to fall apart."

[heraldric.livejournal.com]

WET. ARGH. Leon hated the rain. Sure, water was one of his best elements, which made this situation somewhat ironic, but he preferred water that he controlled himself rather than a steady drizzle that soaked him whether he liked it or not. A nurse had loaned him a poncho, which thankfully kept his clothes mostly dry, but it didn't keep him from dripping wherever he went.

Even at Tasty Burger he had to take his coat off at the door and stomp off his feet on a rug that was already so sopping he doubted it was still absorbing anything. He hadn't eaten much on the bus, so while the smells inside the building weren't the most appetizing they still advertised the fact that there was food to be had. He pulled out a coupon, thankfully only mildly damp, and was about to order at the counter when a familiar pair of faces distracted him.

If there was anyone aside from Claude he knew he'd be safe with... "Hey, guys!" He smiled cheerfully even though he could tell Endrance didn't appear to be in the best of moods, and plopped himself down at the same table.

[its-the-mileage.livejournal.com]

Having spent the morning boggling at the wealth of technology the future of his civilization had to offer, Indy was in the mood for a late lunch. "Tasty Burger" seemed like a good place to continue his education (not to mention that the Twin Pines coupon was probably the more valuable one to barter with), so that was where he headed, pulling the brim of the damn Yankees cap down over his eyes to keep the rain out of them. As he jogged down Main Street, he had to wonder how all these businesses could afford to give free meals and services to so many patients every week. They must have some kind of deal with the asylum. Would one of the managers have any information on Landel he could use?

The restaurant wasn't particularly remarkable; the front was dominated by a long counter, where you ordered from the menu posted on the back wall (complete with color photos of each item; Indy found he was really looking forward to one of those large, juicy-looking hamburgers). A handful of other patrons were sitting at the various booths and tables--mostly teenagers and families with kids, obviously very interested in staying away from the diners whose mismatched clothing marked them as mental patients. Nothing new there. Out back, Indy could see a small enclosed area filled with what looked like brightly-colored plastic balls, though he wasn't sure what purpose it might serve.

He stopped far enough from the counter to show that he wasn't ready to order and studied the menu.

[for Scott! company's fine with me if it's okay with Eryn]

[vstheworld]

Scott felt a little bit better after talking to Keman. So maybe being fictional wasn't the end of the world. Worlds. Whatever. That was good, at least. Still didn't stop his insides from screaming "YOOOOOOOUUUUUUUU DON'T EXIST, BUDDY," but at least that had gone down from a deafening roar to a more muffled whining. With any luck, he hoped to smother the feeling completely at some point, because feeling in a state of flux with reality seriously sucked.

After wandering back out into the rain for a while, a nurse finally found him and insisted he get back inside, lest he catch cold. Did rain or cold temperatures even really cause colds, he wondered as he stepped inside a place called Tasty Burger. Didn't I hear once that was just an urban myth? Or am I imagining fake Mythbusters episodes? It was entirely possible in his current state of mind.

Very luckily for Scott, he spotted someone whose presence heartened him - the good Dr. Jones. Indy had already dealt with having his fourth wall broken, hadn't he? Maybe he had some tips on coping. Oh, and there was also the whole deal with the basement from the night before, he reminded himself. He was sure the adventurer would want to hear about that. Delving into a mysterious, extravagant dungeon full of action and danger was pretty much exactly Indy's style.

"They don't really look as good as they do in the pictures, just so you know," he said a bit muzzily as he approached the Man with the Fedora Yankees Cap.

[nobleman]

Speaking with Ronixis had served as a good way to calm down after having to deal with Sync, but by the time he parted ways with the man Guy realized that he was hungry. His frustration with the God-General had hindered his appetite for a bit, but it was coming back in full force now. Dealing with Sync so early in the morning was something he hoped he wouldn't have to deal with again. Unfortunately, Guy wasn't sure if he was that lucky.

He was going to stop thinking about Sync, though. Letting himself be bothered by the Tempest even when he wasn't around would just be giving him what he wanted. So Guy put it from his mind and then escaped the rain -- which seemed to only be getting worse as the day drew on -- by ducking into the Tasty Burger.

While he could have gone on a search for the Twin Pines restaurant (which might serve fish, he sadly realized), trying to do that when the weather was reaching downpour levels didn't seem like the best idea. He didn't want to end up sick on top of everything else.

Taking a moment to dry off in the entrance way of the eating establishment, Guy let out a sigh and then went to go stand in line. He probably looked like a drowned cheagle right now, but no one he knew who might have teased him (Jade or Anise, in other words) was in the restaurant at the moment.

He remembered when he'd come here with Claude and Ashton a few weeks back, and tried not to think about how much had happened since then. In the end, Guy could only be glad that he was still here. He couldn't stop himself from repeating that in his head like a mantra ever since the coliseum.

[For Claude. ♥]

[full-score.livejournal.com]

Claude was hoping that the rain would have softened up by the time he was finished in the bookstore, but it looked like the exact opposite had happened. Not only that, but he could feel his stomach start to growl -- no surprise, considering how little he'd eaten on the bus ride over. Part of him was still wanting to find Ashton, Leon or Dias, but he only really knew of the kinds of places Ashton liked to hang around in Doyleton.

It was for that reason he hurried through the rain toward Tasty Burger, letting the rain roll off the hood of his coat as he jogged down the street.

When he finally pushed the door open and stepped inside, he sucked in a sharp breath through his teeth and shivered a little. Man, winter rains were the worst if you had to go outside. At least with summer rains you could kind of just enjoy getting wet without having to worry about the cold air as much. Ah, well...he was just grateful the staff had provided them with some decent clothes for the trip, even if an umbrella would have been ideal. Hopefully the weather would clear up by the time he was done eating. In the meantime, he guessed he'd have to warm up in a french fry-scented booth.

As he made his way toward the line, Claude's eyes were drawn toward the tables positioned throughout the restaurant, hoping to catch sight of a familiar face or two. As a result, he wasn't exactly watching where he was going, and he came dangerously close to bumping into the person in front of him. Thankfully, he caught himself this time, which was nice. The incident in the bookstore had been embarrassing enough.

When he turned to give the other patient a quick, apologetic smile, he realized who it was and instantly brightened. "Guy!"

[mitase.livejournal.com]

The rain was coming down hard enough that Hanatarou would have been more than pleased to just find a nice quiet corner in which to sit until everyone loaded back onto the buses again (and hopefully they would load back onto the buses and not deal with something like last week). There was just one small problem with that plan, however, and it was that it had been some time since the last bus trip and the bag with breakfast. Even then he hadn't eaten too much of it, so by now he was a little bit hungry.

He didn't dare to run across the rain-slick street, knowing very well that even a dry and level surface could potentially be quite dangerous, but he certainly moved as quickly as he possibly dared and ducked quickly through the door of the Tasty Burger and into its pleasantly dry shelter. Maybe if the nurses didn't want to hand out umbrellas they'd be willing to let him have a towel or something, he wondered, as he pulled off his hat and brushed rain from his hair. Or maybe they just wanted everyone to catch their death of cold, having failed to dispose of the patients in other ways. He sighed, patting the pocket with his vouchers to make sure they were still there, and turned toward the counter.

[for Nataku]

[stringless-doll.livejournal.com]

Nataku did not want to try the ball pit. Normally, his attitude towards his nurse was fairly neutral despite her penchant for dressing him in things like cow-spotted raincoats. She served her purpose and got in the way sometimes, but not often enough to really be a pain...until now. No amount of 'petulant' glaring or meticulous explanation seemed to convince her a little rain wasn't a good reason to keep him out of the park and in here. A hole full of plastic balls was not a 'better place to play.'

He should have pretended to follow Homura out when he had the chance.

He just considering useful distractions when Hanatarou slipped through the door. Perfect. Nataku was starting to learn that most good crimes were even better with a partner. He left his booth to catch up with the other boy and threw a friendly arm around his shoulders. "Hanatarou! Huh, you're cold. Do you want my raincoat thing?"

[composers-proxy.livejournal.com]

While the conversation had been short and awkward, he did feel a little better after talking to Hanekoma. His troubles were far from over, but at least it didn't feel quite so much like him against the world again.

Rather than take the twin pines, Neku opted for the familiar and headed over to the Tasty Burger, which would hopefully be as good as the name said. He presented his coupon at the counter and picked up the free meal then went about looking for a seat. It was almost like back at the institute, but at least here there were lots of windows and he didn't feel so much like a prisoner.

Once he spotted an empty table, he set his tray down and took a bite of his burger. Not bad. Not a Sunshine burger, but not bad.

[Kairi?]

[kingdomless.livejournal.com]

By the time lunch rolled around, Kairi was glad. Her stomach grumbled unhappily and she laid a hand against it, frowning. "Shhh," she whispered, glancing around at the other people in the food joint, "You're causing a scene."

Moving towards the counter, the once princess ordered whatever was on the coupon and waited for her food to be given to her. Running her fingers through her dark red hair, Kairi glanced around, wondering where to sit -

Until she saw someone she knew! Oh, it was Neku!

Smiling to herself, the teenager grabbed her tray (tossing out a quick thank you to the worker at the counter before turning and walking away) and moved towards Neku, a soft smile plastered on her lips. "Hello, Neku! Is it okay if I sit with you?"

[see-my-back.livejournal.com]

It was one of the rare occasions where books had actually let her down. Not that it was the books' fault really, but she'd never been somewhere that books were so utterly useless. No history books, medical texts difficult to find, nothing but fiction for miles. And while that might please her sensei, it did little for her. She finally gave up on the bookstore and followed her growling stomach to the nearest restaurant. It was no Ichiraku, but at least it was food.

Still no sign of Sasuke or Naruto or any of the others either. Maybe she ought to look for a bulletin or notice board, see if they'd let her post anything around town. Given how widespread everything was and what'd happened last time, it would be best not to take any chances.

Sakura watched the exchange of coupons for meals for a moment before she presented her own. More of the fried stuff, greasy and heavy no doubt. Though the ice cream looked pretty tasty. She found a seat at an empty table and cracked open her notebook, deciding ice cream first wouldn't be such a bad idea. Wouldn't want it to melt after all.

[Naruto!]

[idkmybfframen.livejournal.com]

Naruto was starting to get hungry, and his search for Sakura was getting old. He definitely still wanted to find her, but he was going to have to eat something, or the growling of his stomach would give them away once they got out of town!

There wasn't any ramen to be found, but the smell coming out of Tasty Burger seemed okay. And he had some kind of coupon to get food there! Well, that was one more lucky thing today. So today wasn't too bad, was it? All that was left was getting the hell out of here.

To add to his amazing luck, a familiar pink head of hair stuck out from a table. That was great!

He decided to grab his food first - no use running on an empty stomach, like he'd already thought about - and sat at the table. There was a bunch of grease on this stuff, but he was hungry, so...that would just have to do.

"Sakura-chan~!" he called out, all but bouncing over to the table she was sitting at. Hopefully she was in a better mood today.

[number1smiley.livejournal.com]

Teresa stood inside the building, leaning against a wall near the doors, with her arms crossed. She'd gathered this was some kind of eatery, but the scents and the sights of the food were a bit odd. She supposed she should eat something as she'd been too wary on the ride there to even touch her bagged meal, but she wasn't sure if she wanted to consume whatever was offered.

She shifted her weight as if to walk toward the counter when she stopped and leaned back again. maybe she'd watch a little longer.

[free!]

[ninelivesonce]

By the time her nails had set -- no quick-dry polish here -- Taura was starving. Or at least it felt like it. She jogged through the rain to the burger joint, and ducked in the door. Once inside, she shook the water off of her hair and jacket, but didn't take it off. The outfit was a little silly-looking, but it was warm, and fit, which was good enough.

She was going to walk up to the counter when a woman next to her twitched slightly. Taura didn't jump, didn't outwardly react at all, but her heart rate picked up. She shook her head one more time to get a good look without turning -- was that face familiar? Another patient? She thought so. It would explain the caution; all of them were on edge here after last week.

"Are you in line?" It was a slightly inane question, but it was better than nothing.

[number-crunch.livejournal.com]

So the whole "hit up the hardware store for a new shovel" plan hadn't exactly worked out. Even despite the precipitation, they'd tried to chase him out of the store after the first bucket of bolts (literally) hit the floor, and it was only under threat of sedation that Sho finally agreed to go somewhere else and maybe cause a modicum less trouble.

Well, his gastronomical organs were starting to complain, so he figured it was time to get some food. After kicking in the doors, he pushed his way past someone standing in line and slapped down his coupon on the counter.

"Gimme twice as many of whatever this gets me. I'm hungry," growled the Reaper. He was wet, he was cold, and his hair was plastered to his face and sticking to parts of him he didn't know it could reach. He was not in the mood to be argued with, even though it seemed inevitable.

[Free Grouchy Reaper. That someone he shoved? Could be you. Or not.
Oh, and he'll be suffering Kayako attacks]

[donetakinorders.livejournal.com]

Burgers were, Raphael decided, exactly what he needed after everything else so far. Though it was pretty weird to just be able to walk into the shop and stare up at the menu like... Well, like a human. Not that he missed people freaking out over what he looked like at all, but at the same time it was annoying that he knew the only reason people weren't overreacting was because he looked like them. He'd much rather have his shell than fake acceptance for what he wasn't any--

"Hey, what the hell you think you're doin'?!" Raph snapped as some guy just shoved right past him like there wasn't even a freakin' line or nothing here. "I was here first!"

The girl at the counter said something about getting her manager and glared at them both, but Raph didn't care about that so much as the damn punk who was up there, acting like he was king of the friggin' world or something.

"Hey! I'm talkin' to you!" he snarled, making a grab for the guy's shoulder. "Get back in line an' wait your damn turn!"

[tightsofmight]

So maybe it was silly, but moments after leaving the diner and his colourful company, Peter spotted a head of red hair in the far distance. A young girl, ducking under an umbrella and making a dash for the Tasty Burger.

And now that he was in the restaurant, dripping wet and staring at an auburn haired stranger giggling with her high school pals, he couldn't have felt more like a fool. Mary Jane was not going to show up. He didn't want her to. She didn't belong here and he couldn't keep jumping at the thought just because it would make him feel...less lonely.

Peter scowled and scrubbed the rain off of his face. He had friends here, even more than he had back home. (Which still completely baffled him, by the way.) Maybe it wasn't the same, but wanting her here was selfish in the worst way possible. What would he do if she was? Wandering around the halls with no powers, no weapons. It was a bad idea from every angle, and no amount of gluing himself to her hip would guarantee her safety.

He sighed and eyed the downpour through the windows behind him, wondering if it was worth the effort to stroll back out. Having just finished a meal meant he wasn't particularly peckish, but he got the feeling the staff would be pretty miffed if he loitered around for no good reason. Just a hunch.

[Dean!]

[kindalikedit]

Okay, checking out the joint or not, Dean needed some real food and that meant something better than a few bagels.

Glancing up at the Tasty Burger sign, he figured hey, maybe it wasn't exactly five star but he'd settled for worse. Dean ran a hand through his hair, lifting his foot and...yeah, it was definitely squelching. Friggen hole in the bottom. And it wasn't even his hole in the bottom, it was all second-hand and that totally made the difference. Dean made a face and took an awkward hop over the puddle right before the door. It was better inside even if he skidded a little on the wet floor, and he didn't care how long those hamburgers had been on the heaters - it smelled awesome from here. Dean ignored the almost-but-not-quite glare Cindy was giving him behind the register, grinning at her as she rang him up. Instead of softening, she just grabbed the coupon from his hand and stuffed it into her register.

Yeah, this wasn't exactly the same kinda welcome they got last time.

Even if, y'know, he hadn't exactly tagged the place himself or done much looting last time he'd been here. Kinda real hard to when you were practically unconscious the whole night.

Dean flashed Cindy a grin as he took the tray, and wheeled around, looking for a spot. Place wasn't that big and he wasn't in the mood to take this outside and wolf it down before it got too soaked. Dean headed for one of the tables that looked like would have the best cover and vantage point if something happened, sliding into a chair across from Peter.

"Hey," he smiled across the table at the kid, taking the time to rip open some ketchup packets for the fries.

[strayfag]

Aside from being throughly emasculated, lunch had turned out alright. Dragging his partner back and forth across town in increasingly unpleasant weather was far less alright, but a necessary evil. This time Badou had an actual destination in mind. There was just the tricky business of explaining why they were going to meet yet another pre-pubescent boy to have ice-cream and cheer him up.

Badou really needed to make more friends.

After a few explanations - 'He was just there.' 'You don't have to come.' 'It's like you and Nill except I didn't hand him over to a pervert. He just attracts them.' 'There were a lot of cigarettes, yeah.' - Badou sighed and laced fingers laced behind his neck. "Anyway, I just didn't feel like throwing him to the wolves. Do you even eat ice-cream?"

[For dogs, the kitten, and Dr. McCrazyface.]

[straydoghowl.livejournal.com]

Haine actually minded the rain less than he minded bright stupid sunshine. Rain didn't hurt his eyes, it just...made him all wet. Annoying, but it could be dealt with.

"Where the hell are we going now?" Haine asked. He was used to kind of going with the flow as far as Badou was concerned; of the two of them, Haine was the one that was less likely to care about concrete plans.

[flashyaudacity]

The going had been slow on the way to the Tasty Burger; the rain had begun to come down even harder and more than one nurse about on the streets had been impatient for the boys to get inside. Both the hat and jacket he'd had been supplied with had proved to be inadequate for the weather; they were nearly soaked through, and Kaito wasn't exactly looking forward to going back out until he and the clothes had dried off.

Kaito held the door open for Hattori, looking around for a place where they could sit. The workers in the place looked just as unhappy to see them inside as the nurses had been to see them outside.

"Alright, let's find you somewhere to sit," he suggested to the detective. There was an empty table nearby that looked promising. "Do you want to try eating anything?"

[osakapwnzu.livejournal.com]

Heiji looked around as the restaurant began to fill up, staring off at the floor for a bit. Eventually he spotted an empty table and started wandering towards it.

"No," he said, shaking his head. He might not have eaten breakfast, but he really wasn't hungry then and he definitely wasn't now. He really just wanted to go back to sleep on the table. Sliding into a chair, he looked back at the counter.

"But you should go get somethin'," he said with a weak smile. "Y'prob'ly haven' eaten, right?"

[fuzzy-diablo.livejournal.com]

"Anyway, let me finish and we'll go look for him," Kurt said cheerily, looking forward to introducing Logan to Terry. He had a feeling they'd both feel better if there were more hero-types around to come together. Especially since it seemed like Steve had fallen off the face of the institute... But he didn't want to tell Logan that, not right now. Kurt was glad that another member of the X-men had shown up, he didn't need to turn it into a gigantic dramafest.

"Or... maybe not," Kurt said, frowning as he looked out at the increasingly bad weather. He really didn't want to go outside and get soaked through, and it didn't look like the nurses particularly wanted them to either. And honestly, if a hot shower wasn't waiting for him back home, Kurt was find sitting right where he was.

[HAY BATMAN. :|]

[gothamsfuture.livejournal.com]

Kurt would end up being the lucky one; by the time Terry made it to the Tasty Burger (which had better live up to its name), he was utterly drenched. What he got for following around old-school supercriminals, he supposed. At least he had incredibly greasy fast food to look forward to. Even if it wasn't Rhino's chili, it remained a staple of Terry's diet, one much more welcome than rice cakes.

He'd just gotten his tray when he spotted Kurt, along with some older guy Terry didn't recognize. Kurt looked happy enough though, so hopefully it was one of those people he and Peter had been looking for. More importantly, Terry wanted to see just what Kurt knew about last week, and how they could prepare themselves in case Landel decided to give a repeat performance.

"Hey." Terry greeted his roommate after pausing at the table. "Looks like you're almost done." He nodded to the other guy, not wanting him to think he was rude. "I don't know what you had planned, but I think we need to talk. Would you mind if I kept you here a bit longer? The rain's really coming down anyway."

[guardiancomplex.livejournal.com]

Touya hustled inside the Tasty Burger, half wishing that Yuki would have picked someplace that wasn't so far away from the restaurant. Not only had nurses shouted at them to get inside as they ran across the roads, Touya holding his coat over his head. Now, much to his dismay, his pants were nearly soaked to his knees.

"What do you think you'll have?" Touya asked, shaking his coat and hanging it up in the designated area. At least they had umbrella stands--Touya was at least familiar with those. "I think I'll just get some ice cream."

[winged_moon]

"Oh, hamburgers are hamburgers." Yukito was quick to shed his own coat once inside, wrinkling his nose as he watched it drip onto the floor. If only it was so easy to get the water out of his hair -- there was only so much that the hood can do, and the feel of cold rainwater running down the back of his neck wasn't terribly pleasant. "Probably the biggest one they'll let me have. Without onions."

He glanced sidelong at Touya and grinned as he set the damp coat on a hook. "Maybe they should've rethought this whole field trip idea when a typhoon decided to blow through the town. Or maybe they just figured the next shower day should come early."