Day 51: Breakfast

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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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Kaworu's smile grew. He had disturbed her, but not severely. He had only created ripples of surprise on her surface. It was not the controlled barrier of some Lilim, and more closely resembled the delicate grasp that those with gentle souls held on themselves. Their unconscious willingness to allow others in, to allow themselves to be hurt. Even if they didn't desire it, even if they wished to protect themselves, they couldn't change their nature.

"It's nice to meet you, Chise," he agreed. When her eyes found his, he held that small thread of contact. It was intangible, but often the meeting of eyes was more intense than a touch. It could be dissolved with no effort, accidentally shattered by any distraction.

"My name is Kaworu. Kaworu Nagisa." His breakfast remained overlooked for the moment. He remembered its presence, and its necessity, but more frequently than not there was cause to put it aside. The potential of Chise's responses, both admitted and hidden, was more tempting than any mild feeling of hunger. That was only a physical state, distant and easily forgotten. "You seemed unhappy."

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Chise couldn't help but stare into Kaworu's eyes when he looked at her. His eyes were the brightest red she had ever seen. That contact was broken when she was presented with a question. Finding her breakfast to be a very interesting piece of specimen, she hastily stirred her cereal around to hide her embarrassment.

"I did?" she replied. "I...suppose I am unhappy at the moment. It's just that recently I've been unable to accomplish my missio--I mean, goals at night. These past days have been exhausting, with sudden blackouts and magic doors so-to-speak."

Wait a minute, what was she doing?

"I-I-I'm sorry for rambling at you since we just met. I mean, you didn't come all the way here to listen to me ramble," she explained while fidgeting. "Um, maybe you should start on your breakfast before it gets cold."