Day 25: Breakfast

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Kuja was, in fact, quite surprised to suddenly find himself in bed. An odd turn of events, as he previously remembered investigating the contents of a closet. If the genome hadn't known any better, he would have thought he hadn't even left the room. However, the items he was still holding obviously proved such thoughts untrue; he had left his room

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The morning actions were starting to become almost routine for MOMO. All things considered, she wasn't sure whether that was a good thing or a bad thing... Either way, when it came to being escorted to breakfast, the realian gave the nurse a small smile and listened politely as she chatted on about nothing in particular.

She hadn't eaten much, or anything really, the previous day, and the smell of the food in the cafeteria reminded her of that fact very clearly. Even if it was only the same, simple styled foods, she didn't think anything could've smelled better. So, after thanking the nurse and receiving a pat on the head in return (though MOMO wasn't entirely fond of that) the pink-haired Prototype picked up a tray and selected some food for herself.

Afterwards, she picked out an empty seat and sat down to eat.

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Blue eyes studied the young, pink-haired girl as she claimed an empty seat of her own, coincidentally at the very same table Kuja was seated at. It would seem even the younger canaries were no exception to be caged, to be part of the audience as the plot thickened. The Genome couldn't help but wonder...for what purpose did the puppeteer hold the strings?

Kuja paused his current act of merely eating a meal, briefly studying her before finally speaking;

"Good morning, my lady." The sorcerer's tone was a polite one, merely attempting a civil conversation.

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For an Observational Unit, MOMO hadn't been very observant when she picked out a seat. Granted, her sensors weren't functioning to their full capabilities, but she still should've realized someone else was sitting there as well.

The realian looked up from her meal, intending to apologize for failing to ask whether or not it was alright for her to sit at the same table. Although the would-be apology became a slight choke when she glimpsed the silver hair. She was quick to realize, however, that the hair was too long to belong to anyone she knew (and not to mention, neither of the people looked so... well, feminine). She took a drink of juice, coughing a couple more times before she was able to offer a reply.

"G-good morning." She put on a small, mildly bashful smile. "How are you doing, sir?" It probably wasn't the best of questions to ask, considering the type of setting Landel's provided, but it was all she could think of at the moment.

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Kuja merely watched as the young girl choked on her juice, offering a small smile as she voiced her question. Unlike certain other small girls she had met, this one seemed rather polite.

"Disregarding the fact we are imprisoned within a rather horrific cage, I am doing fine." he spoke. "And how do you feel on this fine morning?"

Or, as fine as a morning could be in a satanic hospital for the mentally ill.

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Imprisoned within a horrific cage... Although the imagery was less than pleasant, MOMO couldn't help but think it was put in a rather lovely way.

"It's nice that you're okay, then." It was always a relief to hear that people were doing all right; especially when in a place like this. It didn't matter whether or not she knew the person in question, either. "I'm doing fine, as well. Thank you for asking."

The realian smiled, then paused and lowered her gaze to the table. "Um... sorry about just sitting down without asking if you minded the company. I... don't know what I was thinking."

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"There is no need to worry, as I do not mind." Kuja answered. "If I may inquire, what is your name?"

His blue eyes watched the girl sitting across him as he took another bite from his breakfast.

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"Oh, good. I'm glad to hear that," the Prototye replied, looking up once more. At his question, however, she blinked before realizing she had, in fact, failed to introduce herself.

"Oops, I'm sorry! My name's MOMO." The one thing about this place she didn't mind, was that she could introduce herself just that way. She wasn't required to state her official title or designation; she was just MOMO. "May I ask your name, sir?"

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"I am Kuja." he replied, flicking a hand through his long, silver hair. "Nice to meet you, MOMO."

It was a rather strange name, Kuja had to admit. However, strange names were not surprising when the actors came from different stages.

The sorcerer returned his attention to his breakfast, prodding the food on his meal with his fork. The food was foreign and strange to him, but it seemed edible enough.

If there was something positive about the various native worlds, it would be that no one would know about the previous acts he had foolishly performed, the role of an Angel of Death. How proud he had been, but in the end, everything was merely a waste, all done for nothing as his happy ending was forever out of his grasp. He had merely lived the life of a pawn. It was too late when he had finally realized what it had meant to live.

The play would continue without him while he was stuck here. At the very least, no one would know of his role while he was here. Unless the Princess decided to assume the role of blabbermouth.