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] diamondstorm 2010-08-16 04:05 am (UTC)(link)
Longer than most, it seemed, that Forte had been here. That was a surprise in itself--it seemed the Institute wasn't prone to holding people longer than a couple of weeks, in one way or the other. Though she would wonder. In this place injuries seemed to heal unnaturally fast. What kind of injury would take weeks to heal? A mortal wound, no doubt, but that, too, spoke of this one's resilience. Something to touch on perhaps.

As for the other part, Renamon considered. The basement was one of the areas left to explore in full. If Forte was planning on going down there anyway, it might be possible to inquire after his findings, as well as the other person she had spoken with on the board. "Through the kitchen, correct?"