http://feartehreaper.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] feartehreaper.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] damned_institute 2010-06-19 03:44 pm (UTC)

The peace of solitude was, naturally, something that was impossible to retain when it came to meal times. Haseo laid his hands down on the table, facial expression rapidly darkening the moment that fact once more became apparent. Being accosted by whoever the staff decided to throw at him? No thanks, he'd had enough annoyances in the form of other 'patients' who often seemed hand-picked by the nurses specifically to clash with his personality.

A beat later, all that irritation melted away as Haseo finally pulled his stare up from the table and looked at the guy who'd been seated across from him. He looked vaguely familiar, in that sort of seen-him-around kind of way, but so far there had never been anything noteworthy about him. Now, the teen couldn't help but stare at the bandages over the young man's eyes, wondering what could have possibly happened to him and why.

"Uh... hi," he echoed, not sure what else there was to say that wouldn't sound tacky or otherwise inappropriate.

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