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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"Acknowledgment: I will do so," HK replied, "And I would like to note that if you attempt to do so at night, I will be able to find you easily." He probably shouldn't have given that away, but deterring any attempt to sneak up on Lugnut or himself was probably better than finding out the pointy way whether he was in fact paying attention to his surroundings or not.

"Protestation: I most certainly did not. I simply move quietly, because I am an assassin model. It is as much a part of me as making bad life choices involving meatbags seems to be with you." He wasn't very proud of that one, but he couldn't resist it.

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Blammo! Straight between the optics. Depth Charge made a face. "Right, right, you couldn't help it- just like you can't help being a pain in the fender," he fired back. "And, by the by, that was a cheap shot." He sighed deeply again and rubbed at his temple. Why did it feel like he was still fighting a war every time he spoke to these guys?

Eventually, he gave HK a long, hard, don't-even-think-sarcastically-because-I'll-know stare. "Look. All I'm asking is that you play nice. That really so much to ask? Even Lugnut can do it when he feels like it, for Primus' sake. And Ratchet." He paused. "You saying Ratchet stuck with you even though he knew you were with the 'cons?"

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"Affirmative: Yes, precisely like that," HK stated, "And I acknowledge that I could have done better, but it was just such an easy target, figuratively jumping up and down, waving its arms and screeching 'Take a shot! Take a shot!'"

HK gave back a mostly blank stare, tinged with a slight edge of why-are-we-staring-at-each-other-this-is-uncomfortable perplexity. "Statement: I am. I am more or less acting the same way as the recent period in which I was a part of a team partially composed of Jedi, albeit with some modifications due to the incalculable, lurking psychological damage caused by suddenly finding myself a meatbag." He'd been prone to (deniable!) lippy-ness when he was on the Ebon Hawk, too.

"Affirmative: He already knew prior to last night." HK was not going to elaborate on this one at least, because elaboration would involve mentioning the shower shift, the approach of which was bringing on a sense of impending doom for the assassin.