Day 24: Lunch

[jei]

Not wanting to be dragged along on whatever Mission of Annoyance Schuldig had planned for himself at lunch, Farfarello instead headed straight into the cafeteria, alone

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[seiran314]

Then there was food again. Aya wasn't sure if he should have been irritated or amused by the irony of the lack of his appetite when despite everything else, Landel's kept feeding the patients this well.

Moving along with the crowd, he lost the sight of Bast somewhere. Too much people, too close. He hated places like this, with passion. He took his place in the line and picked up a tray, threw some food on it without much caring what it was or how much of it was there. He probably wouldn't eat it.

Something was to be said about his efficiency in the last days. He had been totally useless if he was honest about it. And it irritated him to no end. Yohji and Schuldig, neither one of them had nothing to do with the irritation, no. That at least was clear.

He took a seat at a table, beside the wall, content to have at least a little bit of secured space around him.

[daddyslilkiller]

As interesting as meeting new people was, sometimes you just wanted someone familiar. Or, well... as familiar as you could get when they were five years older than they should be.

It had been a productive morning, but not really one that had worked up an appetite, so Omi settled on one sloppy joe and a handful of different fruit before wandering over to Aya's table and settling down in the seat across from him. "Hello, Aya-kun. Did you have a good morning?"

[seiran314]

The half eaten cookie Aya had got from Bast was set on the tray beside the plate where Aya had picked up some random food, all of them untouched. He was beginning to develop a perpetual disliking for anything that even remotely reminded him of food.

He looked up from the plate as Omi sat down and nodded at him as a greeting. "Better than yesterday," he said slowly. "How are you doing?" Rare words from a guy who usually avoided initiating any kind of conversation.

[daddyslilkiller]

Rare indeed, and even rarer from the Aya Omi was used to. Thus, Aya was rewarded with a proud smile for his efforts. Omi may be physically the youngest, but he didn't let little things like age and maturity stop him from mothering them all.

"That's good. I'm doing alright. I met some new people, and I think I have plans for tonight now." Which reminded him... "Sorry about last night. I probably should have at least made sure you weren't on your own or something, but Kurama-kun and I were in kind of a hurry. Were you okay?" See above, re: mothering.

And speaking of mothering, Omi was going to have to say something about Aya-kun's lack of appetite if no eating got done soon. He had to make sure his family team friends were taking care of themselves.

[seiran314]

"Hn.." Aya circled his fingers around a water glass on his tray and brought the cold glass to his lips, sipping slowly. It served well as a reason for a moment's silence, and even if there was not much need for it, he just simply wanted one.

"You don't have to worry about me." I can take care of myself. He was glad to hear Omi was fine though. Not that the monsters in this place really got him worried, nothing what he'd seen or heard about had yet seemed too dangerous for a trained assassin like Omi was. But there were other things that bothered him.

Omi seemed to have some luck considering the roommate issue. Aya was relieved. Kurama seemed like a decent person, not that he or Omi any less would trust a person just like that but based on brief encounters, Aya would have been far more concerned if Omi had got Kadaj as his roommate.

He nursed the water glass against his chest, sipping every now and then, and basically ignored his food.

[daddyslilkiller]

He rolled his eyes dramatically. "Maybe I don't have to worry, but I want to. Besides, if I didn't worry about you, who would? You certainly don't worry about yourself enough. At least, my Aya-kun doesn't, and I don't know why you would be any different. Are you?"

Well... he hadn't planned on asking things, but.. well, if he was going to end up with Aya upset at him, too, he might as well do it on a night when they weren't going to plan to meet. Give him time to cool down, and he'd be fine. Probably.

[seiran314]

Staring blankly at Omi for a moment, Aya considered answering truthfully. His idea of enough was probably not the same as Omi's, and even if they were, he still couldn't honestly disagree with Omi. Taking care of himself wasn't too high on his list of priorities.

"Define enough," he finally gritted out, the words well chewed and carefully pronounced. Omi was right about the lonesome mission, but the difference was that Aya didn't consider the lack of worry over his persona anything alarming.

[daddyslilkiller]

All-in-all, Omi was rather proud of himself for not yelling at Aya. It was a near thing. Instead, he settled for huffing angrily and glaring.

"Define enough? Aya-kun...! You should worry enough not to throw yourself into dangerous situations when there might be better ways of doing things, for one." The glare softened a little, perhaps showing Omi's true age a bit too well. "Or you could try talking to your friends once in a while."

[seiran314]

Aya couldn't remember the last time he had seen Mamoru angry. The thought pulled up his brows, gazing at Omi curiously over the brim of his water glass.

"I'm am not stupid, Omi," he finally stated, turning his face away and letting his gaze sweep over the cafeteria. The intent behind his words was somewhat true even. He wouldn't throw himself in danger if there was better way of doing things.

He wasn't sure if he would call Mamoru a friend anymore, he was more like family. But Omi perhaps scored in both sectors, and that fact made it hard to decide if he, like Yohji, was happy they had Omi here instead of Mamoru.

"And I'm talking to you now," which was also true. All things considered, he didn't like forcing his company on either Omi or Yohji. And it seemed whenever they would talk, Aya would start arguments.

[daddyslilkiller]

Could Omi read thoughts, he would have had to argue that he was not Mamoru. And every time he got reminded of some comparison like that, he was more determined not to be. Ever.

He ignored Aya's first statement, because 'then prove it' was only likely to start a real argument. That wasn't the point here. He wasn't sure what the point was, but it wasn't starting a fight.

He huffed again, less angrily this time, and hit Aya with a hurt look. "No, you're defending yourself. I guess I shouldn't be surprised."

[seiran314]

The distinction between Omi and Mamoru was very obvious to Aya as well, and because of it he felt slightly confused and lost with Omi. Something that would get better along with time. Or so he hoped.

"Then stop accusing me," he threw back, glancing at Omi briefly and winced at the hurt look, deciding to turn his gaze away quickly before Omi would crank up the power level of those evil eyes of his. What did he expect anyhow? That Aya would admit being careless and evasive when he had not been either one of the things any more than Omi had?

He fell silent for a moment, sighing heavily. "This is ridiculous," he muttered after a moment, and clonked his water glass on the table, leveling a steady gaze at Omi even with the threat of the having to face the cornflower blue that had the power of making him feel so guilty over his own words. "Do we have the time or resources to be arguing about petty things here and there?"

[daddyslilkiller]

He sighed, completely derailed from whatever he had been about to say. How was Aya the only person he knew who could really make him feel like a stupid kid? "No, we don't. I'm sorry."

He picked at his food, uncharacteristically not hungry. He debated whether to ask about Mamoru, but decided it could wait. All things Kritiker could wait, since they seemed to be stuck here indefinitely anyway. "Or maybe we do, but I don't want to argue with you."

[seiran314]

"...hn." Aya would have wanted to grimace at the obvious hurt that seemed to seep out of Omi but schooled his face to reveal no emotions. Maybe there was a hint of sadness within his eyes before he turned to look away again.

"Omi, I.. " Am sorry? Apologies never came easily and he frowned darkly. "This place gets on my nerves." More emotions in the silent words than he had yet revealed to anyone else here. "How are we going to get out of here?" What he was actually asking was if they would get out at all, but it wasn't easy to admit he wasn't totally convinced. Someone had to be sure after all.

[daddyslilkiller]

If Omi didn't know better, he'd think that was an apology. Of course, he did know better, but he chose to take it as one, anyway. He smiled gratefully. "I think it does that to all of us. I think it's suposed to."

He bit his lip, worrying at it as he thought. He wasn't exactly sure, either. "I don't know. I mentioned I had plans tonight. Apparently a group is going to map out the second floor. Maybe we'll find something up there." He didn't sound exactly hopeful about it.

[seiran314]

Aya sucked in a deep, silent breath and released it just as quietly. Having as much temper as Aya did, he disliked arguing unusually much.

"Sounds like you have it all planned out." He didn't expect anything less from Omi. It made him feel useless. Omi was going to check out the second floor. Aya had made it just beyond his own hallway this far. And he had a date with a madman to go find some glitter glue and cake. Wonderful.

"Be careful."

[daddyslilkiller]

He nodded. "You, too. I don't know how much we'll find, but it seems like the places that are most likely to be useful are the most heavily guarded."

Which only made sense. It also made it obvious when you'd wandered into one of those important areas. Rats in the hallway, a giant spider in the shed, he wasn't sure he wanted to know what was guarding the actual exit from this place.

And then there was the other problem with escaping. "Hey, Aya-kun? ...Even if we did get out, do you think we could get back to our own worlds?"