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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[personal profile] stellarregions 2010-08-13 07:17 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah," he replied, gesturing towards his injured arm. "Some sort of... animal." Monster, he wanted to say, but it just sounded so outlandish, even in his own head. "We got past it, but we didn't take the weapon with us... I'm not sure if we could have." At the time, it just hadn't been a option, not with both of them seriously wounded. And he personally wasn't eager to find his way back to that place, if it was even in the building at all.

"If it helps, I think we're in America," he offered. "Some of the items I saw last night made it seem that way, at least." He had no idea where, of course, and the money could easily have been quite out of date, but it was something. "So maybe it isn't that far for you." Being on Earth didn't make things any simpler for him, of course, but he doubted much would.

"Oh. That might come in handy." They might have more information, or at the very least, know things that would make their stay here--however long that turned out to be--easier to deal with.

And then the intercom crackled to life with its usual grating cheer, and Gren couldn't help but sigh a little. "I guess that's out cue," he replied somewhat wryly. He wasn't really looking forward to the rest of the day.