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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The cafeteria was slowly filling up and yet there was still no sign of Touya. That was a little odd, but Yukito told himself there wasn't any reason to be concerned yet -- he'd probably just slept in or something. Touya wasn't quite as eager for mealtimes as he was, after all, and probably wouldn't think as much about skipping breakfast. At least he was pretty sure he'd seen Sakura over on the other side of the room, though, which was a bit of a relief.

Still, the uninterrupted time had let him make some serious inroads to the trayful of food that he'd taken before someone finally joined him. Yukito was pretty sure he'd seen the young man in passing before but had never spoken to him -- he was familiar in the way that someone in another class at school might be. "Doesn't sound like it is," he replied with a small grin touched with a hint of concern. "Bad night?"

They usually were, around here, so it was a safe guess. (He'd just been particularly fortunate the night before was better than usual.) The only question was how had it been a bad night -- hopefully nothing too serious.

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"Aren't they all?"

Shinichi gave the boy a small grin, and continued scanning the room for any sign of Heiji. No such luck. Well, he'd just grab the other detective later today, if not sooner. They needed to talk.

In the meantime, might as well do a little information-gathering himself. Shinichi had seen this guy around the Institute a few times; he'd been here several days at least. That was good. It would make it easier for them to discuss what'd happened last night.

He watched the other boy put away an impressive amount of food in a relatively short period of time before he added, "I spent most of last night playing charades because I suddenly couldn't understand the girl I was with. Did you have an experience like that?"

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"Often enough." Yukito grinned cheerfully in response, lifting a shoulder in an abbreviated sort of shrug before he returned to his breakfast. Whatever it was didn't seem too terribly dire, so probably more of the usual -- frustration at still being in this place once night fell seemed to be a predominant theme, judging just from Yue's feelings about it. Somehow the transitions between night and day always made it all the more clear that yes, they were still here.

The question, though, was enough to distract him even from french toast; Yukito lowered his fork again, giving his new acquaintance a puzzled look. "Couldn't... no, I didn't have any problems like that at all." There was that bit with Landel suddenly speaking English on the intercom, but Yukito certainly hadn't been thinking about trying to talk to him. "I was with a friend from home the whole night, and I didn't have any trouble understanding him."

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One of the things that a detective always had to be prepared for was a witness who hadn't actually witnessed anything. Shinichi sighed. He'd hoped that this guy would have experienced something similar, but that didn't seem to be the case. It was perfectly reasonable to spend nights with friends here, ones that (he assumed) would speak the same language.

"Ah. I see. Did you notice anything strange about the Head Doctor's announcements, though?" It was worth a shot.

He smiled, trying to lighten the mood. "I'm Kudou Shinichi, by the way."

[winged_moon]

If that was it -- they'd worried that Landel had done something, waited for something bad to happen, but apparently missed it completely because the two of them were the only ones there. For those who had been in mixed company, though, it had to have been frustrating beyond measure to suddenly be unable to communicate. What purpose would it serve, though? Keeping a message from being sent or understood?

"Besides the ear-piercing feedback squeal?" Yukito winced at the memory, picking up his fork and poking at the remains of his french toast. "He started speaking English for part of it, but that's all I noticed." There was always something strange about the announcements at night, really, and he didn't pay them all that much mind anymore.

He considered a moment longer, then shrugged and grinned in response to the young man's smile. "Nice to meet you. I'm Tsukishiro Yukito."