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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"And a bunch of other stuff, too," Mele muttered darkly, remembering the feel of genki through her veins. It was supposed to have been impossible, but there it was. "He can do impossible things," she said. "It's probably not—"

She paused, then leaned her head on an arm, staring at Scarecrow, considering. "...Is it...really bothering you?" Even after the Airi fiasco, Mele believed that what was real was real. The fake memories augmented that belief even more, in fact; Mele was Mele, without any doubts or rationalizations, even if a few tidbits of Airi's knowledge and abilities were still floating around in Mele's head. And that was because Mele had a reason to live for, to fight for, even if he was nowhere to be found.

That probably wouldn't comfort Scarecrow, though, who asked a lot of thinky questions...and he didn't seem receptive to love-warrior mentality, in any case. Would it work if she told him to not think so much about it, to just...deal with whatever he had to? No...that was what he was doing. It wasn't what Mele would do, so she was, once again, at a loss.

[scarefaux]

The Scarecrow nodded wordlessly, not sure how to express exactly how he felt about the entire situation. He took a second bite of bread, giving himself another moment to think as he chewed. "Between my friend Dorothy bein' out there somewhere, tricked into believing the Wizard Landel's lies, and this movie about Oz and all of my friends- myself, too- I just have a lot to think about." He hated to admit it, but there were times where the story that he really had been human all along seemed to make an awful lot of sense.

"I know I shouldn't let it get to me so much, but it is frustrating to not have the answers," he continued, his brow furrowing, "and it seems no amount of thinking is doing me any good in finding them."

Something clicked in the Scarecrow's mind, realization suddenly hitting him. "Why, that's the answer right there, isn't it?" he asked excitedly, more to himself than to Mele. "I'm probably thinking about this too much- far too much for someone without a good set of brains in him. I never thought I'd be the one sayin' this, but I ought to be doing less thinking and more doing. I need to try to find my brains. They've got to be here- after all, I know I didn't just lose them. Landel took them and is keeping them somewhere, and I'm going to find out where that is."