Kurogane was very much not the creative type, so naturally the nurse didn't care for his protests of having an "Arts and Crafts" time and forced him into the room
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From what Claude could remember, it'd been awhile since he'd spent any time in the Arts and Crafts room, which was kind of odd since he actually did enjoy art. It sure was a nice change of pace after spending so much time in other places in the Institute, and he settled down in one of the seats without saying much to his nurse. After glancing around, the blond realized there weren't that many other people here yet
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After his talk with Miku, Okita was left both strangely determined and quite...confused. Having people know him was odd enough, but having fans? And the talk of cameras? It wasn't exactly what he expected when he had finally met his little poet from the board, but the meeting had been informative at least. Now, rather than head to the Sun Room, he was taken to the Arts and Crafts room. The nurses seemed to think he'd do well enough on his own for finding entertainment and left him near the doorway. He surveyed the room and spotted Ayumu, but didn't let his gaze settle on her anymore than anyone else. Himura was snooping and he didn't need to blow her cover anymore than he already might have at breakfast
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Claude hadn't sensed anyone behind him. When the newcomer finally spoke up, he visibly jerked and whipped his head around. The stern expression from earlier instantly melted into one of surprise. "Wh-what?" The blond scratched his head and glanced down at the sketch of Dias, suddenly looking a little sheepish. "Oh, no. I was just, uh, thinking about something."
That wasn't anything unusual, though. With how much stuff went on around here, it wasn't like his plate was more full than anyone else's.
The patient's face looked familiar, but Claude didn't think he'd ever actually spoken with...her? It was kind of hard to tell at first glance, and for a moment, Claude tried to remember if he'd seen this person during the any of the male shifts. He might have, come to think of it, but then, it wasn't like he spent his time in the showers looking at other guys, either, so that wasn't particularly helpful.
"Do you like arts and crafts?" he suddenly asked, figuring it would be kind of awkward to leave his last comment as it was.
Thinking about something unpleasant more than likely, judging from how similar the man had been to his sketch. Moving around to the chair next to him, Okita pulled it out and sat down, linking his fingers beneath his chin as he looked at the artist next to him. Since it seemed that the man didn't want to talk about what made his face so serious, Okita decided to just answer his question and leave it at that. "Yes, I do. Although many of the things in here I don't know how to work them." Reaching out he plucked a pen from the table and drew a little piglet chewing on a shoe off in the corner of one of the papers and smiled. "But that's about all I can do
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Claude watched him as he took a seat. When he saw the doodle of the piglet, he couldn't help but smile. It was actually kind of cute, and it helped him forget the serious subject from earlier. "I take it you're not from around here, then?" he asked. The blond didn't want to assume he was from another planet since a lot of captives here were from Earth, but from a different time period. Still, he was curious to know why he didn't know how to use the materials in here.
Even though it felt like ages since he'd first woken up in Landel's, there were still so many people he didn't know, weren't there? Granted, it was difficult to learn everyone's names with how many appeared and disappeared, perhaps to reappear later with no previous memories. But it was still something he wanted to keep working at -- the more friends he had in this place, the better.
"I'm Claude," he replied. "Claude C. Kenni. First names work fine for me, though." The blond smiled. "How about you? What's your name?"
When the stranger smiled, Okita felt a little bit of relief wash through him. It seemed that his little doodle had its intended effect. Taking even a little bit of worry off someone's shoulders was enough and it seemed that Okita still hadn't lost his knack at that. "No, I'm from quite a bit in the past
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"From the past, huh?" That made Claude kind of curious. "Do you know how far?" Probably a long time ago if the materials in here were unfamiliar. It was a good thing they weren't on a completely foreign planet, but it made him feel bad for the non-Earthlings who were stuck here, too. "I'm from the future myself, so there are some things here that I don't know how to use, either."
The blond watched as his table companion folded and tore at the paper, silently wondering what he was making.
When Guy was brought up, though, Claude's eyebrows rose. "Oh, you're his roommate?" he echoed, perhaps sounding a little more surprised than he'd intended. "I mean..." Claude suddenly laughed, rubbing the back of his head. "Yeah, I'm Guy's friend. It's nice to meet you, too!" Any friend of Guy's was certainly a friend of Claude's, after all
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"If the current year is 2008, like people have been saying, then..." Okita pressed a finger to his lips and looked to the ceiling as he thought. 1868 from 2008 was 140 years. It wasn't that long, now that he thought about it, but it was longer than it was supposed to be. "140 years in the past. Not too bad. How about you?"
Now that he had four squares, Okita set about folding the first of them into a crane. He carefully creased the paper, sliding his fingers over the smooth paper and smiling at the feel of it. He liked origami - it was very clean and very easy to do. Looking over at Claude as he repeated what Okita said, he noticed the easy smile on his face and returned one of his own. This man was definitely the one Guy talked about. He didn't know much about him, but he could just tell. There was something in the way Claude automatically took Okita in as Guy's friend that spoke to how well the two men got along. "He's mentioned you before, but not by name. I'm glad he has a friend like you though
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"Wow, 140 years?" That was probably before a lot of the gadgets found in today's time were invented. "I guess some of the stuff here must seem pretty weird to you, then." As for himself, that had been slightly harder to count up since they used a different calendar system during his own era, but after pausing long enough to jot down a few numbers on the corner of his paper, he was able to figure it out. "About 444 years into the future, I guess
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If Okita were to list the things that seemed weird to him, he could probably go all day. But he liked the weirdness. The difference from home was scary and sometimes it was annoying, but the future was definitely interesting. Things he'd only seen in pictures or in passing were readily available and he'd been able to test so many new things like flashlights and scalpels and pens. "Oh dear, 444? You certainly have me beat." Okita laughed a little and started in on another bit of origami. "If things seem weird to me, things must seem positively archaic to you
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"Yeah, you could say that..." Granted, this wasn't nearly as underdeveloped as Expel, but it was still miles behind the technology that was around in the year SD 366. "It's not a bad thing, though. You know that small town we go to every week? You'd never see a place as quiet and laid back as that in my time." Actually, if he ever escaped from the Institute and couldn't find a way back to the future, he could see himself adjusting to this Earth, perhaps even learning to like it more than the one he'd left behind
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Okita nodded as he started to finish the butterfly, thinking of the bustle of this place compared to Kyoto. Or even, the bustle of Edo compared to the suburbs of Kyoto. If he took a walk down out of the city, he was easily surrounded by the quiet solitude of nature, and yet here, amid all the technology, he wondered if he'd ever hear a bird's song ring out clear against the sky again. There was a tinny sound in the air, an artificial quality to the footsteps that resounded off the floors, and it left Okita feeling out of sorts at all times. "It's rather nice to find such quiet places, isn't it? I enjoy the town as well
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"Yes, it's too bad we only get to go out once a week, but I guess we should just take what we can get," Claude said. Besides, there were some good things about not going more, like avoiding the risk of getting caught in the buses once night fell. Still, the sterilized smell of the Institute and the drab uniforms everyone wore wore on him after awhile. Going outside sometimes was really be a nice chance of pace
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"I suppose we should," Okita said absently, tapping a finger against his bottom lip. If he were at the town more often, perhaps he'd get a better chance to look around - or even a better chance at escaping. He still had to find where Hijikata was being held now that he'd disappeared and that would no doubt take more than just leaving the town. There was no way that Hijikata would be so close and not realize what was going on. He had to be somewhere outside of the town, somewhere further down that road. "But it would be nice to go a little more often when it isn't probably filled up with nasty monsters
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That wasn't anything unusual, though. With how much stuff went on around here, it wasn't like his plate was more full than anyone else's.
The patient's face looked familiar, but Claude didn't think he'd ever actually spoken with...her? It was kind of hard to tell at first glance, and for a moment, Claude tried to remember if he'd seen this person during the any of the male shifts. He might have, come to think of it, but then, it wasn't like he spent his time in the showers looking at other guys, either, so that wasn't particularly helpful.
"Do you like arts and crafts?" he suddenly asked, figuring it would be kind of awkward to leave his last comment as it was.
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Even though it felt like ages since he'd first woken up in Landel's, there were still so many people he didn't know, weren't there? Granted, it was difficult to learn everyone's names with how many appeared and disappeared, perhaps to reappear later with no previous memories. But it was still something he wanted to keep working at -- the more friends he had in this place, the better.
"I'm Claude," he replied. "Claude C. Kenni. First names work fine for me, though." The blond smiled. "How about you? What's your name?"
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The blond watched as his table companion folded and tore at the paper, silently wondering what he was making.
When Guy was brought up, though, Claude's eyebrows rose. "Oh, you're his roommate?" he echoed, perhaps sounding a little more surprised than he'd intended. "I mean..." Claude suddenly laughed, rubbing the back of his head. "Yeah, I'm Guy's friend. It's nice to meet you, too!" Any friend of Guy's was certainly a friend of Claude's, after all ( ... )
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Now that he had four squares, Okita set about folding the first of them into a crane. He carefully creased the paper, sliding his fingers over the smooth paper and smiling at the feel of it. He liked origami - it was very clean and very easy to do. Looking over at Claude as he repeated what Okita said, he noticed the easy smile on his face and returned one of his own. This man was definitely the one Guy talked about. He didn't know much about him, but he could just tell. There was something in the way Claude automatically took Okita in as Guy's friend that spoke to how well the two men got along. "He's mentioned you before, but not by name. I'm glad he has a friend like you though ( ... )
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