Night 53: M31-M40

[moral_liberty]

Sleep came and left Kaworu easily. He couldn't remember most of the time he had spent there in bed, but he acknowledged the absence of experience. Nothing had happened that day. A person had told him to sleep, and laid a hand on his head. He had felt nothing. He only stayed still, and waited for the bleed of identities that did not come. He was

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M40

[gargantuanlaugh]

A quiet evening, like always. Decent dinner, like always. Bizarre intercom announcement, not quite like always. Grab the flashlight, like always. Grab the candlestick, like alwa--oh, not like always.

In the closet where he normally threw his candlestick every morning before the nurses came in, something new caught his eye. Could it... really... Immense joy flooded through the chief as he reached in the closet and reverently pulled his suit--his suit--out of the closet. It was all there! The orange jacket and slacks, the finely pressed black, button-up shirt, the red, crossed tie, everything just as it should be! Even his rose-tinted spectacles were wrapped nicely in a handkerchief in his breast pocket. And yes, even his fine, leather shoes were at the bottom of the closet and in his pockets... Gloves. Those sharp, black, leather gloves. Oh, how he had missed them!

Gant wasn't going to let another minute slide by wearing that atrocious pair of gray pajamas. He changed so quickly he almost felt dizzy, but it was worth it. Now all he wanted was a mirror to look into to check his whole appearance. Surely his hair was in disarray, or at least not quite as well-groomed as he preferred it, but other than that he was sure he looked pretty darn snazzy! Now, if only someone worth mentioning was around to see this... And then Gant remember, oh right, he was in Landel's institute. Now was not the time. Or was it? Well, it didn't much matter. He had already suffered some pretty harsh blows today, running into the old fuddy-duddy Dent, then hearing Badd lived up to his name in more ways than one, then running into that psychotic Showy, and to top it off, Lana had heard everything and confronted him. He deserved a break after that kind of day, didn't he? He was going to enjoy tonight, crazy institute be damned!

Retrieving his candlestick at last, the chief readied his flashlight and walked out into the hall, not caring what was in store for tonight.

Re: M40

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