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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[longlivetheking]

Scar's attempt (because, truly, there wasn't another way to put his manner of eating) to eat his breakfast was interrupted when a second nurse saw fit to approach him. That usually meant one thing, and his green eyes shifted to the poor fool she had brought along with her; a human-looking child with a rather...curious looking mane. The boy's hair pointed in literally every direction. It looked like as if you could be impaled on it were you particularly unfortunate enough. Like a porcupine.

...and he was to look after him?! Yes, because he truly looked like he wouldn't mind sharing the company of some ignorant child. And hyenas were the most intelligent species he had ever seen. He didn't bother hiding the facial expression that told anyone what exactly he thought of such a doubtlessly brilliant idea. Unfortunately, the nurse had already ran off to the buffet line before Scar could voice any sort of objection.

Wasn't he supposed to be mentally ill and all that? Of was he, according to the nurses, suddenly declared sane enough to look after this particularly irritating species? "Oh, goody..." he muttered to himself, barely audible. Babysitting was just what he needed after all he had been through. He resisted a sigh when the boy voiced his question.

"I believe she is getting it for you," he answered in a rather condescending tone, picking at his own breakfast. Truly, some people had such simple needs...

[monkeyboy]

"Oh, okay!" Goku waited impatiently for the nurse to come back with his meal, almost wiggling off his chair as he careened back and forth in his slippery plastic seat. "Where the heck is sh--Ohh here she comes! Hey, look!" He pointed behind Scar. "She's coming!" About time too, he was starving! A plate was set in front of him and the young boy's big grin slowly fell off his chubby face. "........................ This is not food."

"Ohh, Billy..." The nurse could not help but rub the bridge of her nose, as if a headache was starting to blossom. "Of course this is food. I brought you french toast--all kids love french toast--there's sausage and some fruit--"

"Eeewww, what's 'sausage'?" He picked one up in curious fascination, flopping it back and forth in his hand. Smelled pretty good, actually.

"It's pork. You know, pig?"

"Pig.... ................." Goku's expressive face turned into one of horror. "This is a... a..." A pig's penis!! AHHHH!!! What kind of monstrous place was this?!

"Well, I'll leave you two alone then..." The nurse took her exit gratefully.

In the silence between them, Goku kept flopping the thing through his hands. ".... What kinda place is this?" His words were for no one in particular, really. After years of living in the woods by himself, Goku simply just talked to himself for the company.

[longlivetheking]

Scar was growing even more thrilled with his breakfast companion by the minute. Especially when the child chose to point out - both in gesture and speech, as if he wasn't able to comprehend what he was trying to say when one of these had been neglected - that the nurse was coming back with a tray of food.

Though perhaps both patients agreed on more things than the former lion was about to admit. Scar offered the boy a rather bored expression when he kept flopping that so-called sausage through his hands.

"Let me guess, you are new?" Oh, the day was already turning out to be lovely...