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.

[identity profile] contentincloset.livejournal.com 2010-08-11 07:31 pm (UTC)(link)
Damn right he isn't Kurogane thought, but kept his words to himself. His way of thinking was much different from the girls, and he knew it. She was trying to be more encouraging and supportive, things Kurogane couldn't manage through words and didn't even try for in other ways. The best he'd ever done was let the kid get beat up for the training he'd asked for, and that he'd given reluctantly.

But at least he had someone to talk to the magician that way. He wouldn't.

"We'll meet up tonight," Kurogane said, taking control of the conversation so as to move past last night's errors. He looked to Tsubaki again. "Your room's a good inbetween," he told her on the assumption that she was probably in the only female part of the place, "Just wait for us to get there." That way she wouldn't have to risk traveling alone and he could grab Fai on the way over.

[identity profile] not-rly-fai.livejournal.com 2010-08-12 02:35 pm (UTC)(link)
He hardly thought Tsubaki ought to blame herself for yesterday. He'd been so out of sorts after the meeting with the head doctor and the visitor that followed that it was only luck that had him running into Kurogane at all. Otherwise he would've gone to that town alone.

Before he could offer any consoling remarks though, Kurogane had already given out orders. Whether or not he knew where Tsubaki's room was, he had a feeling it hardly mattered. Kurogane would drag him kicking and screaming but it was best to at least keep up a pretense of complying.

"It's alright. This is pretty new to all of us," he tried, giving Tsubaki an understanding look and a slight shrug. "So we'll meet at your room tonight? I don't think I know the number though."

[identity profile] thecamellia.livejournal.com 2010-08-12 06:04 pm (UTC)(link)
That wasn't quite what she'd meant, but she suspected Fai might already know. Her stare didn't waver, her blue eyes heedful; she tipped her head slightly before breaking it a moment later. Deep down, she was also worried, worried about… everything that could come out of the Head Doctor's task. This was different than what Landel did to them in his office, out of sight. He had reached out and twisted their arms this time.

To start off with, deciding on a rendezvous point ahead of time was a good idea. "I stay in room 31," Tsubaki supplied. "I'll wait, then." And until that time, she wouldn't think about what would happen if she waited and no one showed up.

But even before that, there was one question out of the many she wanted to ask. Couldn't not ask. It wasn't something for Landel to overhear, as it was something they had to decide themselves, but there was never any certainty he couldn't. That was the bad thing about the Institute.

"What will you do with Marc once he's found?" It was for both of them, and something she’d had to ask herself, too.
Edited 2010-08-12 18:08 (UTC)