damned_institute | Day 51: Arts & Crafts (4th shift)

There were very few activity shifts, Cloud was sure, that could possibly make him feel more like he was being treated like a child. He took a seat at one of the tables and blankly examined the materials set out before him. A pair of the dullest scissors he'd ever seen were labeled 'ages 3 and up'. It was good to know where the patients stood in this.

He wasn't much of an artist, and he ignored most of the paints and other drawing utensils in favor of a few sheets of colored paper and instructions on how to make origami. That sounded vaguely familiar. Didn't Yuffie have throwing weapons made out of paper at some point? It was something to do anyway, and thus Cloud began the process of crafting what ended up being very elaborate paper wads.

Sadly, his attempts to keep from dwelling on the subject of his missing friend failed when he realized this was something Aerith probably would have enjoyed greatly. Tonight, he and Yuffie would go out and try to accomplish... something. It was depressing to think there really might not be anything they could do, that they might all end up the same as the flower girl eventually.

[for a hopefully more optimistic materia thief]

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[*purrs*]

After lunch, Scar found himself practically dragged to the Arts & Crafts room. The former lion had been content with remaining in the Sun room, but naturally, the nurse didn't quite agree with his plans. For the sake of his so-called recovery, the nurse considered it appropriate for him to try something creative, whatever sort of creativity that may be. With a roll of his eyes and a sigh, he glanced around the room for a place to sit so he could pretend to draw shapes on paper in peace. Or folding paper in piece, as it turned out to be. Both activities seemed equally useful.

Near the middle of the room - rather difficult to miss, actually - he noticed a familiar face. Yomi, the girl he had traveled to the file room with. It had been some time since they last met, however. Hnn. She hadn't been bad company, so perhaps it wouldn't hurt to partake in some socializing. At the very least, it would keep the daytime staff out of his mane. And, it would provide an adequate distraction of matters he did not want to think about. No, he much preferred a possibly increasing headache.

"It certainly has been a while, hasn't it Yomi?" Scar said by manner of greeting. "I see you are well."

That was her name, all right.

Yomi glanced up out of the corner of her eye, hands in the middle of folding a piece of paper in half. After a moment, she made a sound of agreement and said, “I am.”

This guy was still around. She hadn’t realized how much of an accomplishment that really was before, when she‘d been newer to the game. Now, she knew a little more, about the Institute, about the people. And about Fujiwara Yoshiko, too, though the last had been against her will, for all that she’d wanted to track down her file.

But then, not everything had changed. Her smile, for instance, was still the same as ever.

"That is good to hear," he answered, even sounding a bit polite. He could be - he still could be if he wanted to. And now he wanted distraction, something to occupy him with. Today had not been superb, but he had to admit that the few idiotic humans he had met today at least had been able to keep his mind off things. Prevented him from wondering what had been done to him and why and how and shatter all progress he had made with trying to forget about the whole ordeal.

"Would you mind if I joined you?" Scar asked after a pause.

Again? Their environment was a much different place when the sun was up, as opposed to when they could pick up their weapons and interact as they wanted during the night--Yomi was restrained to behaving herself and letting the eye of the collective staff slide over her without seeing a reason to linger. She just couldn’t have her way with him, meeting in the light like this.

That wasn’t precisely true, but there were certainly more restrictions.

"Go ahead," Yomi granted as she resumed work on the paper, the invitation coming easy. Her tone took on an edge of teasing suggestion. "You need me for something?"

"I hear taking the initiative on socializing is good for keeping the staff at bay for a time," Scar countered as he took the seat across her, offering a smile. The teasing tone hadn't escaped the former lion's notice, which was enough of a prompt to return the 'favor'.

His green eyes looked over the colorful sheets on paper lying around on the table. He had no intention of folding it into what appeared to be paper animals. Not to say he wouldn't have managed it (there were instructions, how terribly thoughtful of the headdoctor...), but he simply didn't feel the particular need of having the animal kingdom represented in his room.

"Oh," Yomi uttered thoughtfully, as if the act of good behavior wasn’t also obvious to her, "I suppose that's true. Don’t want to be seen as a loner, now do you."

Haha, she wouldn’t be the only one out of her element. Here there were creatures weaker than her--and stronger than her, at that--who were sharing in the embarrassment, walking around in terrible, grey uniforms and fixing deceptively sweet smiles at the their fellow 'patients' while nurses shuffled them around. Out of them, it would be the opportunists who could keep up their smiles the longest.

Scar was undoubtedly one. Yomi was another, of a different breed. Put together, she didn’t see them disturbing the peace enough to call the staff back to them right away. Almost a pity.

"How nice of you to think of me."

Day 51: Arts & Crafts (4th shift)

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