Day 53: Lunch

[buryyourdemons]

There was little to be said of the daily business that went on. He allowed himself to be shuffled, mind embedded too deeply in things he shouldn't be dwelling on. The night was over, the shadows had vanished, and there was little more than bad memories to be left in their stead. This was logic, pure and simple, and should have been reassuring but

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[longlivetehking]

At least thinking of measurements to make sure the lovely head doctor would face certain consequences for his infuriating actions had been entertaining. The additional stress the man appeared to be in while announcing lunch only seemed to add to Scar's shameless schadenfreude. At least his mood had improved since morning, which was quite the accomplishment.

He left a rather messily written note (well, one could hardly blame him for his lack of 'writing' experience...) for the Scarecrow on the bulletin regarding his still-missing torch before entering the cafeteria to eat lunch. Or the human variation thereof. He hadn't eaten this morning, so he found himself having little choice but to put up with whatever ridiculous thing they had for lunch. Today, it was what they called 'pizza'. Oh, he knew what that was by now. That circular thing with all the random ingredients thrown on top of it, which made for a rather...peculiar smell on it's best.

He possibly couldn't have been more thrilledTaking a random seat in a relatively empty

[divinebrushwork]

When her nurse announced that it was lunch time, Amaterasu practically ran to the cafeteria. Ritsu had once again left her exasperated and her temples were tingling with the start of a headache. She knew it wasn't his fault; that was just the way he was. Still, the goddess was in desperate need of a solid meal to cure her of her mood

[longlivetehking]

When someone kindly took the seat beside him without so much as asking, Scar considered interrupting his disdainful look to glance at the poor fool who had just joined him to be somewhat appropriate. Not necessarily out of politeness (though he supposed it helped), but there were certain advantages to knowing with whom he was to have this obligatory social interaction with. Said glance revealed a female offering a smile. Along with a question. Hnn.

Perhaps he was merely being cynical, but were there things that somehow could not be wrong in this place?

Unfortunately, she was apparently being quite serious. In favor of not necessarily antagonizing the entire patient populace by ignoring them (even though the option may have been preferable sometimes...), he supposed an answer was required.

He faked a thoughtful look. "Well, I am still trapped in this dreadful place, I have a head injury on display, my night was remarkably degrading at best, and I am forced to put up with the head doctor's cryptic ramblings and this utterly

[divinebrushwork]

Wow

[longlivetehking]

It would seem his sarcasm had completely escaped the woman's notice. Well, he supposed not everyone was fortunate enough to be gifted with any braincells.

"No offense, but I truly doubt you'll be able to get the food that I'd usually eat even if I do take the time to tell you," he offered dryly. Of course, this poor fool wasn't quite aware of his former form, much less his diet, but that hardly made any difference.

And even if the stars aligned and this female would hunt for him for whatever reason, Scar didn't quite entertain the idea of eating overgrown, decaying rats.

[divinebrushwork]

[Argh, Sam, I am so sorry! I had so much stuff that caught up with me. Would you be okay with back-threading? If not, that is fine!]

Out of all the other patients lingering in the cafeteria, Ammy had chosen a very stubborn one to help. The goddess's reaction to Scar's words easily displayed across her face, with her eyebrows narrowed together and her lips curled into a frown.
She ignored his obvious doubt in her capabilities and decided to change the subject.

"What is your name?"

Amaterasu wasn't about to give up on this. If there was a will, there was a way. And maybe if she knew a bit more about this man, maybe she could find a better way to ease his emotions.

[longlivetehking]

[No worries <3]

Oh my, he had made her frown. Scar was truly beside himself with guilt. Or would have, had he cared. Well, he supposed not everyone was capable of dealing with the truth.

"Scar," he answered to the sudden change of topic. If she someone missed why he was named such, he was going to be disappointed. "And what would yours be?"

Never let it be said that he wasn't polite. Whenever he felt like it, anyway...