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Day 23: Lunch
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.
"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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"He can't really stop us if we wanted to find him, could he?" That was a bit crazy. They were shinigami, after all. They could just shift their energy or something. As far as he knew, Muraki was the only one who was any match for a shinigami... And Muraki, well... Muraki wasn't a problem anymore, right?
Still, it was good to know who could be used against this man. For once, Tsuzuki seemed a little serious when Hisoka mentioned that someone could find where the man was. "Who?"
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"He probably could considering-" before he could say any further the boy was cut off by the sound of the intercom clicking on announcing showers for the children. Hisoka was moments away from murder.
Showering? With others?!
...And WHO said he was a child?!
The shinigami couldn't fight the glare as his nurse approached.
"Nevermind."
Reluctantly pushing himself to his feet, Hisoka spared his partner with a clearly displeased look.
"If we don't meet up later keep an eye on the bulletin board, it's in the Sun Room." Of all places. With that, the boy stalked off.
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"Um, ok..." he replied as Hisoka headed off. Well, he'd just have to wait until Hisoka was done, right? Grabbing what was left of his food, Tsuzuki hurriedly downed it before heading out to the Sun Room.
Wouldn't hurt to check the bulletin board thing... Then maybe take a little nap~.