Nightshift 21: M11-M20 Hallway

[still_free]

After a fairly uneventful day, Mal decided (once he'd eaten some of his dinner) to take a nap before night officially started. He was a light sleeper and knew that the intercom would wake him up. He probably should have gotten rest during one of the boring shifts (and it would have helped to get his mind off of the way this institute was ordering

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[faithful_dog]

Naoe still hadn't eaten any of their food. Instead he spent the time between day and night meditating. He wanted to focus as much of his energy as possible before he had to face the monsters that everyone spoke about. He frowned very slightly when the Head Doctor broke him out of his trance (mostly because he had been listening to for something that would signal the end of the day. That would seem to be what he had been waiting for

[right_handed]

Scar's wounds had pretty much healed due to the rest that his nurse had forced on him. It seemed as if the lady had gotten fed up with the trouble he apparently tended to "cause himself" during Nightshift and the bad influences that certain other patients had turned out to be.

In any case, the Ishbalan was fed up with doing nothing, and the exchanges seen and written on the bulletin board in the Sun Room were enough to put him in action. Whether his motivation was to make begrudging alliances with the Amestrians or to make sure they weren't scheming behind his back, he did not know, but what he had gathered was that Lust seemed off.

He wasn't sure what to think of it. If he showed too much interest, things might have ended badly, but if he let her do as she pleased, he might....

He shook his head as he took out his flashlight, clicked it on, and immediately found himself blinking at the figure of another man.

[faithful_dog]

Naoe stopped when he heard movement. He let his hand drop back to his side. The light from the flashlight made him blink twice, but he held back a wince. At least the form holding it appeared to be a man, but appearances meant very little.

"Hello?" he asked, voice soft yet strong. He wasn't unsure, just extending a greeting. If it was another patient there was no reason to be rude. If it was something else... well Naoe could deal with that when it happened.

[right_handed]

".....Hello." Scar returned, awkwardly, and without much enthusiasm. He remembered why he didn't like interacting with people, least of all the ones he didn't have to.

His eyes narrowed.

"Where are you from?"

The hall was strangely empty, and Scar didn't want to leave his back open to a threat.