Night 55: M61-70 Hallway
The food was disgusting, but he had to eat. While Grell was hardly a gourmet by any stretch of the imagination, he knew good food from poor and this? Was atrocious. He'd only managed to choke it down because without food he'd have no energy and there was no way he'd allow his energy to run out. He still ached from his fight the previous night, an unfamiliar sensation which told him that the last thing he wanted to do was have something go wrong tonight. Last night he'd had his speed back, but not his scythe which left him at a disadvantage since his weapon was infuriatingly inferior.
But with the failure of dinner over, Grell was about to get ready for the evening when the intercom switched on and began sending out a noise so irritating that he had to clap his hands over his ears. "Nngh..." What was with this place and assaulting every single sense he possessed? They didn't allow him make-up or perfumes during the day, the food had turned awful, the clothes were ugly and rough on his delicate skin, and now this affront to his ears. Would the torture never end? And when did he get to return the favor?
Kurogane had been quiet at dinner, which wasn't exactly unusual, but Grell wasn't going to take a chance. He was more than ready to drop the pretense of the butler now that the Institute was turning into some sort of military gauntlet, but he wasn't about to change in front of a man. It was indecent enough that a lady was being roomed with one, but to change clothes in front of him? Hardly.
A quick search of the closet revealed nothing, which caused enough panic until Grell remembered that queer box he'd seen when he entered the room. Going over to it, he lifted the lid and found...His clothes. Boots lined up alongside the remaining scalpels and medical shears. And the chainsaw resting on top of it all. Cleaned, too.
"Well...." That removed any reason to hide things then. If the military was so kind as to box everything up, then they knew and didn't care that the patients were hoarding weapons. So then why not give them better weapons and let them have at each other? With a sigh, Grell lifted his makeup kit and glasses from the box. Keeping his back to his roommate, he applied the eyelashes and cheek rouge, dabbing a bit of perfumed lotion at his wrists before switching his glasses out. Make-up was one thing, but his clothing? Those were lifted from the box with care along with two scalpels and the chainsaw. Some decency had to be maintained after all.
Once he closed the lid of the box, Grell smiled and headed out, not bothering to leave so much as a greeting behind.
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But with the failure of dinner over, Grell was about to get ready for the evening when the intercom switched on and began sending out a noise so irritating that he had to clap his hands over his ears. "Nngh..." What was with this place and assaulting every single sense he possessed? They didn't allow him make-up or perfumes during the day, the food had turned awful, the clothes were ugly and rough on his delicate skin, and now this affront to his ears. Would the torture never end? And when did he get to return the favor?
Kurogane had been quiet at dinner, which wasn't exactly unusual, but Grell wasn't going to take a chance. He was more than ready to drop the pretense of the butler now that the Institute was turning into some sort of military gauntlet, but he wasn't about to change in front of a man. It was indecent enough that a lady was being roomed with one, but to change clothes in front of him? Hardly.
A quick search of the closet revealed nothing, which caused enough panic until Grell remembered that queer box he'd seen when he entered the room. Going over to it, he lifted the lid and found...His clothes. Boots lined up alongside the remaining scalpels and medical shears. And the chainsaw resting on top of it all. Cleaned, too.
"Well...." That removed any reason to hide things then. If the military was so kind as to box everything up, then they knew and didn't care that the patients were hoarding weapons. So then why not give them better weapons and let them have at each other? With a sigh, Grell lifted his makeup kit and glasses from the box. Keeping his back to his roommate, he applied the eyelashes and cheek rouge, dabbing a bit of perfumed lotion at his wrists before switching his glasses out. Make-up was one thing, but his clothing? Those were lifted from the box with care along with two scalpels and the chainsaw. Some decency had to be maintained after all.
Once he closed the lid of the box, Grell smiled and headed out, not bothering to leave so much as a greeting behind.
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