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] swornandbroken.livejournal.com 2010-08-15 02:38 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm not using 'friend' as code," Mello said, irritated by Sai's emphasis on the word. "Someone I know who'd supposedly been released got dragged back here." It continued to frustrate him that Sai probably knew a great deal more about him than Mello really liked; he had no way of knowing what the other version had given away or outright told the ninja. He probably had a decent idea of Mello's physical prowess, or lack thereof. Annoying to have to take it on faith that he wouldn't spread that knowledge around.

"These diagrams ought to suffice." It had been almost a week since they'd first talked about the problem of finding time to train. Mello still wasn't willing to surrender any of the night to activities not directly in service of getting out. For now, he put answering questions about the ring in that category.