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DAY 23: BREAKFAST
That hadn't felt like an entire night.
And his goddamn head hurt. Pounded, even. Enough that he wondered if he was going to end up playing another round of "Christen the nurse" this morning.
Maybe it was because he'd spent so much time and energy trying to find Nowe. That could be the reason behind both those problems. Just the thought of it made his stomach turn, made him want to fucking choke something.
Still, there was shit to do. He forced himself out of bed to put away his pens and the other leftovers from the adventures that didn't happen last night. He'd have to try to talk to Sora today, to see if they could just do tonight what they were going to do last night... and to see if the kid was doing alright.
...he just wished his head would stop hurting. That was probably the result of just how badly he'd overreached himself the previous morning.
The nurse that showed up to get him was cheerful. He grunted at her, listening to her with only half an ear until she mentioned all the excitement, about someone pretending to be a patient, all that crap that Landel had mentioned.
Renji gave her a narrow-eyed look. "Dr. Landel is a goddamn lying coward, and he's lying about that, too," he said. Whether it was true or not, there was only so much good cheer he could take on a shitty morning. "I hope he chokes on a cock." No matter how much venom he put in that statement, it wasn't enough.
Then he had to listen to a lecture about language and gratitude for the rest of the walk to the cafeteria, so maybe it wasn't worth it after all. She dragged him through the breakfast line, and he ended up with granola and toast and tea and a cinnamon roll, because not even a shitty fucking night could ruin his sweet tooth. Though that thing was looking a little too sweet.
The cafeteria was pretty much empty; he had his run of the place. He sat himself about as far from the doors as he could get, and proceeded to stare at his breakfast.
And his goddamn head hurt. Pounded, even. Enough that he wondered if he was going to end up playing another round of "Christen the nurse" this morning.
Maybe it was because he'd spent so much time and energy trying to find Nowe. That could be the reason behind both those problems. Just the thought of it made his stomach turn, made him want to fucking choke something.
Still, there was shit to do. He forced himself out of bed to put away his pens and the other leftovers from the adventures that didn't happen last night. He'd have to try to talk to Sora today, to see if they could just do tonight what they were going to do last night... and to see if the kid was doing alright.
...he just wished his head would stop hurting. That was probably the result of just how badly he'd overreached himself the previous morning.
The nurse that showed up to get him was cheerful. He grunted at her, listening to her with only half an ear until she mentioned all the excitement, about someone pretending to be a patient, all that crap that Landel had mentioned.
Renji gave her a narrow-eyed look. "Dr. Landel is a goddamn lying coward, and he's lying about that, too," he said. Whether it was true or not, there was only so much good cheer he could take on a shitty morning. "I hope he chokes on a cock." No matter how much venom he put in that statement, it wasn't enough.
Then he had to listen to a lecture about language and gratitude for the rest of the walk to the cafeteria, so maybe it wasn't worth it after all. She dragged him through the breakfast line, and he ended up with granola and toast and tea and a cinnamon roll, because not even a shitty fucking night could ruin his sweet tooth. Though that thing was looking a little too sweet.
The cafeteria was pretty much empty; he had his run of the place. He sat himself about as far from the doors as he could get, and proceeded to stare at his breakfast.
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The King's introduction only confirmed his suspicions.
"You shouldn't make assumptions, Milord," he said airily, waving his hand. Then his voice switched, imitating his brother's perfectly, and he grinned. "For all you know, I could be Kaoru. Haruhi's the only one who's ever REALLY won the 'Which is Hikaru-Kun? Game!,' remember? That stunt you pulled two years ago doesn't count."
Laughing, Hikaru went back to his normal voice and gave the kid as kind a look as he could muster, which was saying a lot.
"But, yeah, I am Hikaru. We talked on the bulletin board a little, remember?"
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Returning his attention the group, he bowed again and properly introduced himself. The talk about one being the other was a little confusing, but he brushed it off. "Aoyagi Ritsuka, as Suou-san said, I'm his roommate. Nice to meet you, Kyouya-san. And nice to finally meet you face to face, Hikaru-san. I remember our talks - thanks for helping me out back there."
It was weird using honorifics, but he figured if Tamaki was a lord, then these people might be as well. Offending them would not bode well for further relations, and despite how troublesome it was to maintain this cheerfulness, he'd done it in school before and he could do it here, too. He set his notebook down next to his tray and realized he hadn't thought of what to do after coming over here. Taking Seimei's hand, he motioned toward the food. "Aren't you going to eat anything?"
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"No." He folded his hands on the tabletop; he never ate in front of others if he could manage it. His body had become accustomed to getting very little in the way of nutrition. "I'm fine." He might, might, muster up the urge to have some tea later, but for now he basked in his brother's attention.
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Ritsuka, Seimei. Kyouya noted a similiarity between the two as he resumed eating breakfast, silently taking in his surroundings while the other boys all talked to each other. There was a certain ease in Tamaki and Hikaru that spoke of long experience with this place—longer than Kyouya's, at any rate. So they weren't lying to him about that.