Anise had been lying snug in bed, only vaguely aware that she was awake, when her rest was disturbed by the one sound in the world she'd never wanted to hear again.
"Good morning, everyone!"
The girl's eyes shot open and she immediately sat up straight. There was no doubt about it. That was the Head Doctor, that bastard, and he was back! Now that
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"Are those the words of a guilty conscience I'm hearin'?" Niikura's eyes glittered darkly as he stared down the other boy, smile curving into the familiar chilly grin of Akumetsu. Contrary to Aidou, his voice was still as amiable and amused as it had always been, even though that sort of tone was wholly inappropriate. "Denial ain't just a river in Egypt, y'know."
Actually, he could've been referring to anyone, but he liked to push the envelope too, even past the point of reason. Thank goodness Shiina wasn't looking at this very moment; she would know what the look on his face meant, and even if she couldn't interfere, she would definitely voice her displeasure at some point or another. She wanted him to be safe, but frankly, Niikura didn't care much for personal safety.
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Butting heads over breakfast… that was a foolish path to start down.
The noble turned his head away and slowly leaned his chair back on two legs, resolved to ignore his stomach. Hunger made him thorny, and being thorny made him dangerous. Composure was what he needed in the face of Landel’s untimely return. “Guilt,” he said, “is an extravagance during captivity.”
Which was true in more ways than one.
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Come to think of it, he didn't even know his name. That was...even if they'd been slinging thinly-veiled jabs at each other for at least half an hour in their mutual fruitless search for information, there was still something to be said about social norms and obeying them. Not that rich kids ever listened to those kinds of things--but hey, maybe he would have some...Niikura didn't know, etiquette or whatever. Fancy-schmancy something.
He shrugged. "Sure." Not that he thought much about guilt anywa--nope, strike that, he did, especially with Shiina around complicating things and spoiling the future for him. "But it happens sometimes. Not somethin' you can help."
Wait, how did he end up getting all philosophical too? Great.
"Anyway" - Niikura held out a hand; it was fancier that way. - "figure if we've been speakin' this long, we might as well exchange names. I'm Niikura."
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Ugh. He was going to be stuck with a headache for as long as he resided in Landel’s.
Besides that, the male did know where he was, right? Not even the most oblivious human could begin talking about monsters with the same casualness Niikura had and end by talking about soft emotions. Guilt? Pfft. Guilt was a normal response for a normal situation. If the Institute had had even a shred of normality, their ‘conversation’ would never have a hope of happening. It was only prison life that had brought them together.
Prison life that had no end in sight as of yet…
Without bothering to fuel the circular exchange of words by commenting on the boy’s opinions, he said, “It’s Aidou Hanabusa.” Fair was fair, he supposed. Introductions at least had a point to them, more so than most of what had come out of his companion’s mouth. But he had to eye Niikura’s hand, uncertain what he intended. “Are you asking for a handshake or is that another unusual gesture you enjoy?”
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He raised an eyebrow at the name. Wow, that was a mouthful. Just like the pretentious, flowery kid to go by something equally pretentious and flowery. "Of course this is a handshake," Niikura said slowly. "No, I just like pointin' stuff at ya. It's the next thing after my fork, y'know?"
And then the intercom turned on, and with a sigh, he gave one last look at those wasted waffles. Honestly.
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