Nightshift 21: M21 - M30 Hallway
Nowe was only slightly cheered by the thought of getting to meet up with Renji and Sora this evening. His conversation with Kadaj had gotten him thinking, and despite how good the food smelled he found himself unable to eat.
Caim was here. Weakened. If there was any opportunity to exact his revenge, this would be a perfect place, wouldn't it? He just needed his sword, or any other half-decent weapon. The chances of happening to come across that, however, were slim to none. Nowe decided to not even mention it to Renji and Sora. If he were to attack Caim, he'd want to do it himself without any outside help. For now, his best course of action was to keep roaming around at night with his companions, and if he came across his sword...
...well, he'd see how it went from there.
For now, he just had to wait for his two friends to arrive and push the thought of Caim out of his mind, like he'd done with all the other despairing thoughts he'd had since arriving at this dreadful place. Leaving his food abandoned, he draped the towels they'd collected the previous night in the waistband of his pants, looping the shoelaces he'd gotten around his wrist. He looked rather silly, but having something that was at least potentially useful on his person made him feel somewhat less vunerable than with nothing but the clothes on his back.
He opened the door to his room and stepped into the hallway, closing the door again behind him as quietly as he could. He glanced a few doors down to Fayt's room, checking to see if the blue-haired boy would make an appearance. He didn't seem to be there. Maybe he'd already left. Oh well. Nowe leaned against his door to wait.
Caim was here. Weakened. If there was any opportunity to exact his revenge, this would be a perfect place, wouldn't it? He just needed his sword, or any other half-decent weapon. The chances of happening to come across that, however, were slim to none. Nowe decided to not even mention it to Renji and Sora. If he were to attack Caim, he'd want to do it himself without any outside help. For now, his best course of action was to keep roaming around at night with his companions, and if he came across his sword...
...well, he'd see how it went from there.
For now, he just had to wait for his two friends to arrive and push the thought of Caim out of his mind, like he'd done with all the other despairing thoughts he'd had since arriving at this dreadful place. Leaving his food abandoned, he draped the towels they'd collected the previous night in the waistband of his pants, looping the shoelaces he'd gotten around his wrist. He looked rather silly, but having something that was at least potentially useful on his person made him feel somewhat less vunerable than with nothing but the clothes on his back.
He opened the door to his room and stepped into the hallway, closing the door again behind him as quietly as he could. He glanced a few doors down to Fayt's room, checking to see if the blue-haired boy would make an appearance. He didn't seem to be there. Maybe he'd already left. Oh well. Nowe leaned against his door to wait.