Ginji was shocked, stunned, overjoyed. Here they had just provided an entire "All-You-Can-Eat" meal and yet... and yet.... there was still more food. He knew there were people who could eat and eat and eat and eat because they had the money, but he had never, ever been one of those people. And now he was able to eat and eat and eat. Real meals.
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By the time the brunch was over, though, Rika's hunger was to the point where she was more than willing to eat more food. It was starting to look good.
Someone else in the room looked rather happy too, a blond haired boy who was eating vegetables. Surely he wouldn't mind some company?
"It is very yummy, isn't it?" Rika smiled up at him, managing to lay her tray on the table despite the fact the table was almost as tall as she was. "Can Rika sit here?"
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"Who is Rika?" he asked as politely as possible considering his was terribly confused. He knew some people referred to themselves in third person, but it wasn't as if he automatically would assume that this girl in front of him did.
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"I am Rika! I'm sorry, I'm used to everyone knowing my name," She apologized, making sure to speak properly this time. It was sort of relieving, actually. Rika found it hard to communicate with adults sometimes when she was supposed to be a young child.
"Is it OK if I sit here, then?" She beamed. He didn't seem like the type to say no.
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He'd already eaten enough with that oversized brunch, and he really should get back out to the Sun Room and its bulletin board. But after the previous evening his nerves were still a little on edge, and there was little to soothe him aside from feeding Gorge and hoping that would be enough to keep the rest of the Gang in line for now.
It was getting harder to stay calm about all of this. The longer he stayed here, surrounded by the seemingly impossible, it stretched his nerves more... and now visitors? Who were they? His name hadn't been called, and he had to wonder what was happening to the people who were called. If this place was really all it seemed, how difficult would it be to create some fake for a meeting? Or just to scramble someone's memories enough that they thought they'd met with someone? How much good did gathering information do when there was a constant influx of new names, plus nicknames, codenames, people going by numbersSo instead of returning to his post by the bulletin board Mark ( ... )
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It took a moment to realize the man, really closer to being a boy, was blind. Expert prostheses would have given him a new chance at sight back home (all homes) if 'Sean' had the money, and if not, depending on the planet he'd either die fast or be taken care of by the government as a public mercy. More immediately, Mark remembered Baron Ryoval's threat to remove one of his eyes.
At least that was enough of a distraction that he stopped eating entirely, perhaps the nurse's intention in leading the young man over. He kept his voice low and neutral as he spoke. "Hello. My name is Mark." Was 'Sean' blind before he'd come here, or..?
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"Uchiha Sasuke," he said, and forced himself to remember Uchiha and straightened his back a little. His expression was as stony as he could possibly make it. "They call me Sean Li here."
And I've never wanted to be him more.
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He hadn't wanted to get out of bed, period, but his nurse had only been willing to allow so much. Seeing how he wasn't physically sick (though he had gotten pretty beat up last night, and was still harboring a cough from the damage all of that gas had done to his lungs), the nurse didn't deem it healthy for him to sleep the entire day.
Waking up meant facing what happened, and he didn't even have a moment of reprieve - the first thing he thought of when he opened his eyes was Snake, and he wished that he could have had a second or two of ignorance before remembering.
He felt hollowed out, like he had to feel too much over the past few days and just couldn't do it anymore. He knew it was a defense mechanism, the most basic way to survive ( ... )
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Already, Axel was starting to pick up those little hints that Raiden was dropping, frowning slightly when something pulled at his chest but immediately wiped it away with a lazy smile.
Just as the blond predicted, the Nobody was quick to fill his plate with random tidbits of food, shoving a celery stick or two in his mouth when there was no space left, in an attempt to keep up with him as he wandered away from the food and towards an empty table.
"Yeah! That was one crazy night, wasn't it? Not like the other nights aren't, but getting ambushed on the bus was the last thing I was expecting." Axel rambled as they walked, accidentally dropping said celery stick since they were still inserted in his mouth, but it was a loss he'd learn to get over.
"Sorry I had to ditch you guys like that, but I had others to get to, you know? I was really rooting for you too."
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He didn't feel like getting up just yet. He didn't feel like going into another room full of people that could end up smelling like dinner in a few days. He didn't want to run into anyone he knew, because all that has done so far was lead to them ...leaving.
The cafeteria was fairly empty now. He'd gotten up to get a few munchies, but otherwise just sat there, chewing idly on something that tasted slightly foul and keeping himself deep in thought.
[Unknowingly waiting for Aidou]
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Life was so hard. Why were people like Miku, of all personality types, berating him!?
Aidou hadn't eaten anything all day, and so made sure to rectify that as soon as possible. A small, very small, reprieve in between today's series of stressful tasks wasn't a sin--it wasn't like he was asking for a short nap, of all things. Eventually, however, he stood up from his corner and approached Kyon's. He had no intention of turning it into a ringside match yet, but the imagery wasn't lost on him anyway. Best to approach this ( ... )
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Wait, was there someone behind him? That's what it felt like.
Kyon turned to see the other walking up to him. He didn't look entirely happy either. Well shit, he didn't even know this guy! What was his problem?
Not wanting to start another incident in the cafeteria, Kyon kept his tone neutral and asked, "Can I help you?"
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Aidou didn't get too close by sitting, nor did he stay standing and make the meeting look odd. Leaning back against the table edge, he glanced down at Kyon. Uchiha was the only familiar face in here, and he was blind.
"We have things to discuss, yes. Tell me your room number."
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