Sanae thought he had this flying thing down pat. Sure there was a little bit of show element maybe involved, but he was more than willing to include that- in fact, that was the easy part. Still, he hadn't expected to land...in a bed. It felt like a bed, alright, although it wasn't his, and that was the problem. What to do when you wake up in a bed that's not your own... Now that sounded like some questionable activity.
He opened his eyes slowly, blinking as he sat up and yawned. "Whew, what a...woah." Shibuya had an explosiveness to it, an unpredictability that he loved. What greeted him was just dull. It was a plain room with plain furniture with- he looked down at what he was dressed in and grimaced- terrible fashion sense. With the sterile atmosphere it felt like a hospital, and Sanae was proven correct a few moments later when a woman walked into the room; he could tell by the uniform that she was a nurse. Yup, this was a hospital, although why he was in a hospital was anyone's guess.
"Oh, Mr. Inouye, you're awake!" she cooed.
"Hanekoma," Sanae corrected, cracking a grin in the belief that she was either joking or confused. He reached casually toward the bedside table and stopped cold when his fingers failed to touch his sunglasses. This was turning out wonderfully.
The nurse laughed. "My, Mr. Inouye, you have a wonderful sense of humor."
Alright, so that hadn't been the reaction he had been expecting. Still, one had to keep a positive attitude.
"Glad you appreciate it," Sanae replied graciously, throwing the blankets aside and standing up. "Now, I hate to keep you, but I really do have some things to attend to--" He was almost out the door when the nurse gently stopped him. "--but maybe I can get to them later."
"Now, we can't have you wandering around lost; why don't I take you to the Sun Room? I'm sure you want some fresh air after sleeping for so long." The nurse gently took him by the hand and led him out in the hallway.
As they left, Sanae asked, "So, where am I?" There hadn't been a multitude of beeping machines surrounding him; this couldn't be your average hospital.
"Oh, I should have told you earlier! Welcome to Landel's Institute, Mr. Inouye." She beamed at him. "We're here to help you get better, alright?"
"Ah. Thanks." An institute? Well, he didn't exactly deem himself "average", but "insane" he certainly wasn't. Worse things could have probably happened, though.
He opened his eyes slowly, blinking as he sat up and yawned. "Whew, what a...woah." Shibuya had an explosiveness to it, an unpredictability that he loved. What greeted him was just dull. It was a plain room with plain furniture with- he looked down at what he was dressed in and grimaced- terrible fashion sense. With the sterile atmosphere it felt like a hospital, and Sanae was proven correct a few moments later when a woman walked into the room; he could tell by the uniform that she was a nurse. Yup, this was a hospital, although why he was in a hospital was anyone's guess.
"Oh, Mr. Inouye, you're awake!" she cooed.
"Hanekoma," Sanae corrected, cracking a grin in the belief that she was either joking or confused. He reached casually toward the bedside table and stopped cold when his fingers failed to touch his sunglasses. This was turning out wonderfully.
The nurse laughed. "My, Mr. Inouye, you have a wonderful sense of humor."
Alright, so that hadn't been the reaction he had been expecting. Still, one had to keep a positive attitude.
"Glad you appreciate it," Sanae replied graciously, throwing the blankets aside and standing up. "Now, I hate to keep you, but I really do have some things to attend to--" He was almost out the door when the nurse gently stopped him. "--but maybe I can get to them later."
"Now, we can't have you wandering around lost; why don't I take you to the Sun Room? I'm sure you want some fresh air after sleeping for so long." The nurse gently took him by the hand and led him out in the hallway.
As they left, Sanae asked, "So, where am I?" There hadn't been a multitude of beeping machines surrounding him; this couldn't be your average hospital.
"Oh, I should have told you earlier! Welcome to Landel's Institute, Mr. Inouye." She beamed at him. "We're here to help you get better, alright?"
"Ah. Thanks." An institute? Well, he didn't exactly deem himself "average", but "insane" he certainly wasn't. Worse things could have probably happened, though.
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