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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[oneman-onekill.livejournal.com]

He was a little odd, this man he'd sat next to: strange little melancholy smiles, sudden shifts in demeanor - almost like he was picking his moods rather than genuinely experiencing them, like this was a show. But then, being here for a while probably wore people down to the point where they became too tired for honesty anyway. Niikura wasn't going to give it much thought, not when this conversation was just small talk at the breakfast table.

He smiled - a small, casual one that conveyed his willingness to let the matter drop. "I wasn't gonna tackle you for it, ya know." He lounged back in his chair, letting an arm drape carelessly over the back. "Just makin' sure it wouldn't be goin' to waste in case your appetite didn't decide to spontaneously flip-flop."

[slipperymagic.livejournal.com]

"You can never be too sure," Howl commented lightly as he began to saw into his french toast. Making the food appealing felt like just another slap in the face. He could imagine that twisted wizard (or whatever he was) laughing over his (shoddy) rendition of a hospital, and deciding that everything would be horrible and painful except for the food. That way, they would have something pleasant to compare all of their pain to. After being abducted, chased about by monsters and dumped unceremoniously into lakes, they could wake up and feel the sharp contrast of despair against the lovely scent of syrup, muffins and fresh fruit.

"We are in a mental hospital, after all," he continued, and gestured around them with his free hand. Although he was careful to make the sweep around the room graceful and precise, Howl declined to look up from his meal at the crowd. Still, he just grinned with more humor than he felt, and suggested, "At least one of us might actually be mad!"

[oneman-onekill.livejournal.com]

"No, you can't," Niikura agreed. His own eating speed declined somewhat as he stopped to watch the other man dig in with a gusto. How, how curious.

"Although, mad?" The teen laughed. "I wasn't aware that appetites could go mad, but then, madness is different for everyone." He considered posing an example - a personal example - just to see what his fellow patient would consider it, but decided against the idea. This french toast was just too delicious.