Day 23: Lunch

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The second the intercom sounded, while the man on the intercom was still talking, Ashton pulled himself off the couch in the Music Room and slowly made his way to the door. He walked, glided even, as if he were a ghost in a dream. The nurses had already filed up to escort the patients to the lunchroom, and one bustled over to walk Ashton those few feet from one room to another.

"You're not looking very well, Mr. Pritchett," she said cheerfully. "Didn't you enjoy your shower?"

Ashton replied with a small, forced smile, then shook his head. He didn't feel like talking now. Though the nurses were pushy and downright annoying, he figured he owed this one at least a little explanation. They didn't know - or didn't believe - what went on after dark, but he owed them the benefit of the doubt. "Bad day," he decided on telling her.

Bad day indeed. The showers and the music had done nothing for his nerves. But then again, what could get that graphic image out of his head?

He glided ghostily through the taco line and settled on two chicken and bean tacos, with chips, a scoop of guacamole, two churros on the side, and a glass of apple juice. He wasn't used to this sort of food (save the juice) and he wasn't even sure he'd eat it, but the chances were high that he'd be able to pass it off on someone.

He was on the verge of tears again, too. What he would have given to just sit down next to a barrel and eat a hamburger.

Thank goodness the cafeteria was bare just now, too. It left all the corner tables open, the tables that shouted 'Don't talk to me, I'm brooding over here.' He sat at one, pushed his food a little away from him, and buried his head in his arms.

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The showers had done well for his nerves, and the promise of food was a relief. After wolfing down several burritos right there at the table, he loaded his tray and moved over to where Otacon was talking with the General from the showers.

"Otacon," he greeted with a subtle smile, sitting down beside him. He raised his head. "You're Roy." And then he turned to face the man he didn't recognise. Again, that sense of recognition. Some kind of movie?

"And you're..." he started, extending a hand. Of course, Snake could have told him that he had the designed immaculateness of a politician; the controlled emotion of one who had something to hide; the beauty of a fiction character (who was he?); but he'd already pulled out that trick on Roy, and doing it again in front of him would probably arouse suspicion.

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Rufus glanced at Roy, pushing down the thought to apologize to the man. After all, he'd been more than a little disturbed to hear that he was from a video game (even if he didn't believe it). Hearing one was from a cartoon had to be even worse. When it came to things like anime, Rufus wasn't the best versed people. All he really knew about it was that it was a comic or cartoon that he'd see occasionally laying around the employee lounges or playing on television. What he certainly wasn't going to mention was the collection of manga he'd once found in his desk that he swore to this day came from Reno.

He was pretty sure Roy didn't come from one of those.

Pushing his tray aside, Rufus rested his arms on the table. The one was healed up nicely. Listening to the two, he felt more at ease than he had thought he would given his revelation. Neither seemed particularly judgemental or upset about his father. That was a change. It was disconcerting to hear his own voice out of another, especially one who had his own tones and authority in what he said. He wasn't about to let himself consider the idea of a 'voice actor' or the like. Not yet.

"If it had blood and the like as Otacon says, then it isn't what I'm thinking of. It could always be worse. One of us could have been a disgustingly cute creature."

That was as close as Rufus Shinra came to making peace. Still, it was disturbing to realize someone knew things about him. It made that telepath he had been speaking of seem less a threat at least. Snake's arrival broke his train of thought thankfully, locking away the things that had been trying to rise that Pyramid Head had reminded him of.

"I am Rufus Shinra. And you?"

Just how many people were in Landel's? And why? The Head Doctor interrupted them again, bringing a glare of annoyance from Rufus at the intercom.

"Bastard."

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At least Otacon seemed to have his side. Yes, his life was nothing a child should be exposed to. Fullmetal had been forced to grow up too fast (though in many ways, he was still a child) - that serial killer, Tucker combining his daughter and his dog, the war...

It seemed that Rufus was taking back his earlier comment, so the colonel did his best to accept that. The president didn't know a thing about him, after all. He shouldn't have made such judgments.

When Otacon revealed just how much he knew, however, Roy couldn't stop himself from tensing. That... How could he know something that personal? He narrowed his eyes, suddenly coming off as very defensive. "I... see." The voice actor thing was hard for him to wrap his head around, but he wasn't going to question it.

He sent Snake a well-meaning nod as he joined them, but before long the intercom was blaring again. Personally, Roy was more than ready to get away from the conversation.

"Until next time," he told the three other men, standing from his chair and heading for his nurse.