damned_institute | Day 51: Breakfast

Yuffie Kisaragi, indomitable bouncing ball of sunshine and unfathomable ebullience, was tired. It'd been a long night full of gibberish and getting nowhere fast.

"Can't I—"

Plucky, who had been busily loading a plate full of French toast and bacon, tittered. "I'm afraid not, Hanna, darling. A chat over a nice, hearty breakfast would do you a world of good, don't you think?"

"Aaaaactually—"

"Come on, let's find you a seat. Plenty to choose from this morning!"

For a long moment, Yuffie seriously considered doing something—anything—to act out. Punch her nurse, rub jam in an orderly's face, climb a wall and hang off the ceiling, jump on a table and parody Loveless… A ruckus like that would definitely jolt her back into gear, right? Sedation aside. And it'd turn Plucky's good day right on its head, which was always a bonus worth shooting for.

But, by the time she'd reached a decision—and it was an epic decision, a really awesome one; everybody'd appreciate the genius, she was sure—she was already alone. Her breakfast tray had been set down neatly by the nurse, who had left with an infuriatingly winsome smile.

"Wow," Yuffie muttered. Shaking her head, she picked a chair at random and threw herself into it. She kicked back, one arm slung across her eyes, to wait. For what, she wasn't totally sure. Some moron to decide that she looked like good company? That was how it usually went.

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"Miss Lorelei, is everything alright? You seem... tired..." She had rolled out of bed without complaint and made no threatening remarks or death glares at the woman. It was surely making her nurse skeptical, if her comment had been any indication.

"Fan-bloody-tastic..." Her voice was as dead as she looked. Asuka walked beside her nurse sedately, too far within herself this morning to even put on a haughty air for the rest of the patients. Breakfast was the last thing on her mind, but the pilot's stomach was practically eating itself, so she sucked it up for the betterment of her body. How could she be a useful soldier in this war if she let her emotions completely overtake her health? Unacceptable!

But she didn't want to deal with the mass of dregs shuffling through the line like cattle to feed. Asuka was certain she would slap a bitch if they bumped into her, so she left it up to the nurse to grab her a plate while she found a seat alone.

[For ~~Limpy McStubbs~~ Toji~]

Toji and his nurse walked to the end of the mess line. Yawning, Toji tilted his head back and hobbled forth as the line grew shorter, in a blunt effort to see what they had available.

From what he could see, there was the usual-- and it seemed to cover most of the food pyramid, dessert not included. Past the miscellaneous figures in front of him, he could see a load of greens on one end, something white, something brown. Vegetable-y and bread-y colors, he assured himself.

Supporting his weight against the ends of one crutch, Toji scratched his stomach nonchalantly and watched as the line grew progressively shorter. He hobbled forward when he needed to, at the call of his nurse, then turned his attention away from the mess line. Everyone was wearing the same strange set of clothing, to say the least, and the hospital heads had a weird-ass sense of fashion. He noticed on his way down from his room what he was wearing, and it wasn't the same as what he was wearing before he went to sleep: Gray sweatpants to match a gray top, which had a yellow goddamn smiley face on it.

Let it all soak in, Toji thought, your stupid hospital wear has a smiley face on it.

Damn, Nerv, is this some kind of prank?

"Hey, nurse-lady, why's everyone wearing these dumb-as-hell lookin' shits-for-wear anyway?" He glanced back at the woman next to him as he swung a tile's length forward in the line.

"It isn't polite to swear, Mr. Tanaka," the nurse whispered. "And these are just how our patient outfits look."

"Never knew Nerv had a sense of humor-- a shitty one." Scoffing, Toji looked away from the nurse and back to the patients at their cafeteria tables. There was young, there was old, there was... tall and short, most of them were skinny, but there were a few fat people. Weird-color-haired people, brunettes, blondes, black-haired people, and...

A ginger. With blue eyes. And a dumb hairstyle, and a bitchy frown...

Wait, double take. Brows raised, Toji stared in disbelief at the ginger not far away-- what the hell was Asuka doing here?

"Nerv? Mr. Tanaka, this isn't Nerv anymore, you were transferred here sometime last night, and you were as dead as rock until this morning." The nurse paused, seeing as though her patient was staring intently at the crowd, not her. Tilting her head, the nurse stared at Toji with a worried frown. "Mr. Tanaka?"

Blinking, Toji turned his attention back to the nurse, hobbling intently toward the food in front of him. He grabbed a plate in one hand, though it was a stupid idea trying to hop while grabbing food, and he dropped a pair of food clamps on the way. Sighing, the nurse took his plate, grabbed the clamps from off of the ground, and with a shake of her head, ushered Toji away with the wave of her hand.

"Go on, I'll get your food for you."

"But--"

The nurse beamed at him, brows furrowed. Shivering, he turned his back to the mess line and turned his full attention to the crowd before him. Ah, shit, who wanted to see her first thing in the morning after all of this...

A plate full of french toast, sausage and eggs with a side of fruit and water were placed in front of her. The pilot had to force herself to eat any of it.

".........." Asuka felt a familiar burning laser at the right of her face, like the dopey stare of a Neanderthal. She turned to match the idiot who dared to bug her with an equally scathing eye, but what she saw made her face pale. Walking toward her was one of the three stooges, Toji Suzuhara aka the last eva pilot on staff at NERV, while the rest of them were imprisoned in this hell hole.

Her blue eyes fell from his irritated face to his hand braces and finally to his amputated leg. The redhead hadn't seen Suzuhara since the angel attack. All she had known was that he had lived through the massacre, but what was life with just one leg? Asuka would rather die in battle than live as a cripple.

And that wasn't even the worst of it all. What was most disturbing was the fact that without Toji in Japan there were no pilots to stave off angel attacks. They were all trapped in Landel's and so the world would inevitably end. "Goddamnit... God damnit!" Her tray was picked up and flung across the cafeteria with a frustrated shriek. This was complete bullshit! How was this even fucking possible? Fuck Landel's and fuck this whole place! She hated it, she hated everything here! Shinji had betrayed her and Kaworu was a fucking angel! The closest friend she had was that stupid Junpei and that over-sized doll Rei! Why was life so unfair?!

A nurse came running up behind her, along with two others, just in case Asuka started strangling people again she assumed. She canted her head down to hide her burning red cheeks. It didn't help with the shaking though. "Th-There was... a hair in my food. Just... Just get me another one, okay?" God, her voice was starting to crack. Sitting back down, Asuka cupped her hands over her hairline so no one could see her face and the tears that started to well in her eyes.

C'mon, Toji, this is a bad idea, do you really want to deal with Soryu when you--

Once Asuka flung her platter of food against the wall of the cafeteria, Suzuhara couldn't help but freeze; his shock overcame his initial annoyance at the ginger, and his round eyes were left to examine the spoiled platter of food slink onto the floor in a messy pile. Nurses from around the area immediately went over to the area to clean up the initial mess, picking up the silver platter to clean up later.

Gulping, Toji did nothing but blink for a few moments, then he inched his gaze back to Asuka. He sure as hell hated this chick, but damn could she throw. If he wasn't so filled with pride and curiosity and balls, he would have gone over to another table and ignored her completely.

He hobbled over to where Asuka sat, though he didn't sit down. An awkward frown and crease of the brows tried to mask his surprise. "What the hell are you doin' here, Soryu?"

Day 51: Breakfast

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