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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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Omi put on the most insolent grin he could manage, which was really pretty good considering he was usually polite, at least on the surface. "What if I said I headed a crack team of florist/assassins?"
His tone clearly invited Kurama to take the whole thing as the bad joke of a bored teenager. Sure, it fit what Kurama knew about Omi, but who would believe it?
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And he couldn't really judge, could he? Yusuke and Kuwabara had started their 'detective work' when they were fourteen. And Kurama, too, if he really wanted to count that. Though he might have looked fourteen at the time, that certainly wasn't his true age.
It would explain the weapon proficiencies, as well as his ability to take charge last night. At the time, Kurama thought it was out of necessity, but looking back now, he could see the connection more clearly.
Truthfully, Kurama wasn't sure if he believed him or not. The idea of florist/assassins wasn't that ridiculous--at least not as ridiculous as a spirit thief or a middle schooler working for the realm of the dead or being humanity's defendant against demons. Still, it would set his mind at ease to know that this place wasn't abducting normal children.
Kurama gave a shrug at Omi's suggestion. "Who knows. Maybe if you could elaborate, I could tell you if it seems too far-fetched. Believe me, though, I've seen stranger things." Like a twelve year old boy fighting on a team that was bent on the destruction of the entire human race. The thought of his fight with "Game Master" Amanuma was still a sore spot for Kurama, even if the child had been brought back from the dead after the apocalypse was averted.
But it seemed that Kurama would have to wait for his answers, since the intercom chose that moment to break in with a shift change. "Or not. I guess we'll have to talk about this later." They could potentially go to the same place since they were both under eighteen, but Kurama didn't want to press Omi too much and he already seemed nervous to be talking about this. Kurama only wanted answers, not to isolate his roommate.