Day 59: Sun Room (4th Shift)
After an intercom broadcast like that, Kurogane felt somewhat better about the little information he'd gotten from Harrington the previous night. The man only sounded competent when he needed to but was an idiot otherwise. Unfortunately that was furthered proof of the General not employing the brightest of staff members, making another option for
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He didn't ask for much. He could have added a few other things, but they'd shift the tone of the conversation to something he really didn't want to deal with right then. And speaking of things he didn't want to deal with...
"Uh. You might have." Badou replied, shifting a little. Most of the notes he actually signed earlier on in his stay here involved taunting gay robots about their sex lives and generally trolling anyone who might be entertaining. "Damn, I thought you were here for my good looks and charm."
"I lost about a week too," He admitted, after a moment. "Woke up again a couple of days ago. This place has a petty high turnover rate, but I guess if we came back you never know who else is gonna show up again."
He had to admit, he felt for the guy. A few weeks was practically a lifetime around here, and there was no guarantee that being 'released' was any better than being tortured. They were damned either way, pretty much. At least being awake meant they could keep an eye on each other.
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Another laugh at Badou's quip and Daemon paused, giving the man a thorough once-over with intent golden eyes, just to play along. "Well. That's certainly helping me stay," he commented, voice thick with amusement. It was all in play, and he realized after he said it, Badou might take that the wrong way, but it was a little late now, so he waited to see how the man would react with it out there. Something told him this one could give as well as he got and it had been a while since Daemon had had entertaining banter.
"I lost about four," he admitted, turning serious again, his expression a brief grimace. "At least that's what someone on the board told me. Javert. He'd been here a while as well, recalled the day I last remembered and gave the the time in between I'd missed. Hell of a nap."
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Landel had even put up a suggestions box once, and Badou had no doubt it was full of many creative variations of Go fuck yourself and then get us some goddamn tea. Green will suffice.
He had been kidding about the good looks and charm bit and he figured that was pretty obvious, but he'd only just met Daemon and he wasn't entirely sure whether he was serious or just playing along. He shifted a little under the intensity of that gaze and moved his hands from behind his head to rest against his stomach instead. Still, he wasn't gonna be the first to bow out.
"Oh Mr. Sadi," He did his best bodice-ripper heroine impression, fluttering eyelashes and everything. "Stop, I'm gonna swoon right off the couch."
Four weeks, shit. Badou grimaced. "Hell of a thing to wake up to. I'm guessing someone filled you in on the details of the coup already?"
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When Badou carried on the game, humor lit Daemon's gaze and he gave the man a slow, sensual smile. It had been a while since he'd met someone who could dish it back and Badou's reply had a laugh tickling at the back of his throat, desperate to get out. "I've been told I have that effect. At least we can be mutually charming."
There. He actually managed to get that out with a straight face. Of course, that didn't last long and a chuckle escaped him anyway, unable to hold it back any longer.
At the serious question, he managed a nod. "Most of it, I think. Or at least most of what there is to know among us. I actually spoke to one of the soldiers last night, he was up in the Chapel. Despite the coup, Landel's still got some power here. Aguilar's not very happy about it."
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More importantly, it occurred to him that he couldn't quite place Daemon either. The golden eyes and striking features were unusual, but he'd chalked it up to good old fetish-driven science without giving it any real thought. Admittedly, he was curious now. The novelty of other worlds never really wore off. "Mind if I ask where you're from?"
He got that Daemon was joking; the laughter was casual even if the smile really wasn't, and that made it possible to play along. He laughed at the comment. Yeah, he could believe that Romeo here had actually made some poor girl swoon. "If I'm charming, you, man," He waved hand vaguely in Damon's direction. "You're practically a public menace."
As for last night... he'd been otherwise occupied, but it was interesting to hear about the more hands-on approach the new management seemed to be taking. He wondered if this soldier was the person Renamon had contacted as well. "Yeah, he wouldn't be. With any luck it'll turn into something that works to our advantage."
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It was there he missed, the place he now considered home. He had no intention of ever stepping foot in Terrielle again if he could help it, and he hoped it was a very long time before he officially crossed into his father's Realm as a resident. He wondered, if he died here, would he pass back home once more? Would he see his father? Lucivar? Jaenelle? Or would he just become a whisper in the Darkness, no matter how much power might be left to him? Would they ever know what became of him?
The thought was depressing and he brusquely pulled himself away from that trail, not liking where it led. Being able to fixate on the playful banter was much better and worked as a wonderful distraction. He chuckled over Badou's statement, looking outright pleased as well as amused.
"I've been called worse," he smiled, the expression sharp, but his eyes still bright with humor. "It's gained me a bit of a reputation back home." His charm, yes, although his other skills were more well known. Badou was probably better off not knowing about that, however...
"We can hope," he added in response about the power struggle between Landel and Aguilar. "Things sound a little tense overhead today. It'll be interesting to see who tries what tonight."
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