Daytime again. Phew! That wasted situation was over and done with. Relatively unsalvageable the moment they’d been cornered by an ambush, Yomi hadn’t held much hope after the giant and the beast had skidded into the cafeteria, bloodied and unable to understand her.
There had been only three options then: either she finished what their opponent had started, continued alone, or the end of night interrupted progress. In a politically-saavy sense, that the third option had made the decision for her meant club relations would be smoother than the alternatives.
Probably.
Having filed away the info. on the ring, Yomi had risen to consciousness with barely a pause, and was now ready to take a seat amidst the growing cafeteria crowd, a bagel and water in hand. Her composure--the hot, hot whisper of all things spiteful hidden behind long lashes--was back in place, but Yomi wasn’t up for playing nicely with some well-meaning breakfast partner. Not then. So she secluded herself, taking a seat out of the way where one would intentionally have to approach if they wanted to rub elbows with her.
Over there, though, was something interesting happening between some prisoners. Teresa was making friends with someone Yomi wasn’t familiar with--and the sight only reminded her of the slitted, gold eyes and the spiritual pressure of the night before.
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Daytime again. Phew! That wasted situation was over and done with. Relatively unsalvageable the moment they’d been cornered by an ambush, Yomi hadn’t held much hope after the giant and the beast had skidded into the cafeteria, bloodied and unable to understand her.
There had been only three options then: either she finished what their opponent had started, continued alone, or the end of night interrupted progress. In a politically-saavy sense, that the third option had made the decision for her meant club relations would be smoother than the alternatives.
Probably.
Having filed away the info. on the ring, Yomi had risen to consciousness with barely a pause, and was now ready to take a seat amidst the growing cafeteria crowd, a bagel and water in hand. Her composure--the hot, hot whisper of all things spiteful hidden behind long lashes--was back in place, but Yomi wasn’t up for playing nicely with some well-meaning breakfast partner. Not then. So she secluded herself, taking a seat out of the way where one would intentionally have to approach if they wanted to rub elbows with her.
Over there, though, was something interesting happening between some prisoners. Teresa was making friends with someone Yomi wasn’t familiar with--and the sight only reminded her of the slitted, gold eyes and the spiritual pressure of the night before.