Day 51: Breakfast

[thatdamnedninja.livejournal.com]

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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[ai-no-minako.livejournal.com]

"Hachi... hey, wait!" Minako sat up a little straighter in her seat, squinting at Neku as though she'd just seen him for the first time. "On the bulletin board yesterday, was that you? And that guy I was talking to about the statue and the story behind it and stuff." It was a bit of a coincidence otherwise -- but too bad she hadn't paid any attention to the names on those posts, huh.

Of course, his most distinctive characteristic wouldn't carry over into text, given that nobody could see the headphones in a written note. Even if they were his why did the nurses let him wear them all the time? Minako was even almost jealous... not because she wanted to listen to music or anything, because she didn't, but because he actually got to be unique amidst a sea of gray-clad sameness. (The fact that she had her hairbow went completely ignored, of course. That was different.)

Still, he seemed like a nice enough kid, if she didn't think too hard about the time weirdness. They were at least from the same place, roughly the same age (here, at least), and probably thinking about things sort of the same. Even if he likely didn't have to wear odd-looking clothes in order to fight monsters nobody else knew existed, lucky boy. She was glad she'd met someone at least that little bit familiar.

[composers-proxy.livejournal.com]

"Huh? Oh. No. No, that was Sora. He looks a lot like me, but he has brown hair, no headphones," he replied, once he'd figured out what she was talking about. He chose not to go into detail on the weird way it felt like he was looking in a mirror around the other guy. They were way too much the same to be coincidence, but he knew for a fact they weren't family. The same was true with his roommate, Roxas, but he'd yet to find any real connections between the three of them.

"We went to Shibuya the other night, when there were all those crazy portal things and he asked me about it."