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.
nobleman: (they will pull us down.)

[personal profile] nobleman 2010-08-15 10:34 am (UTC)(link)
That shed sounded pretty useful, then -- more useful than the one in the recreational field, at least. The bat Guy had gotten from there hadn't lasted him all that long before he'd gotten a better upgrade, though he was pretty sure all the new patients ended up making a trip to that spot at one point or another. Unless they were really, really lucky. In any case, it was something he did make a mental note to check out, even though he wasn't sure when he'd get the chance.

"A tool kit sounds like it would definitely be something you wanted on hand, if you're looking to salvage parts." Which seemed to be Edgar's pattern in this place: he found useful machines, took them apart, and then combined the different parts into a brand new, more deadly contraption. It seemed to be working out pretty well for him so far.

Hearing that Edgar would be delayed by his wound made Guy wish even more so that he could be a help. He was in rather good health at the moment, so carrying some parts around wouldn't be a big deal at all. But it wasn't like Edgar's inventions could be shared around very easily, so it wouldn't be fair for Guy to give up the man power he provided to his friends simply because of his own disconnected interest in something.

"I hope you can get yourself healed up, then," he said with a smile, quietly dismissing his desire to tag along. The nurses were on their way to collect them, and Guy didn't need to be giving them any reason to get handsy with him, so he quickly stood from his seat and nodded to the other man. "Good luck, and I'm sure I'll talk to you again soon." They had struck up a sort of friendship, after all, and Guy certainly didn't want to let go of that if he could help it.