Day 38: Lunch

[beloved_less]

Soubi was beginning to feel the effects of a busy morning on a tired body. To make things worse, they were serving Tacos and Burritos. He could really do some with something a bit softer today. Blander. But it was hardly his biggest concern right now

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[windstwilight]

Senna was doing a little bit better after the talk with Meche. Some of the sedative had worn off and she was able to walk almost fine she only ran into the wall once. Stomach growling angrily at her not eating earlier, she loaded her plate, and made it over to an empty table.

Not wasting any time, she started eating. Food was more important right now than any drama.

[Demyx!]

[sitard3d]

Fortunately for Senna, the person who sat down across from her and grinned at her tried to actively avoid drama - and anything else that could lead to him being smacked by somebody - as much as he could. Some of the Nobodies liked the sensation of pain - liked any sensation, period - but he wasn't one of them.

"Hey, Senna," Demyx greeted her happily. "How're you doing?" He probably should've been looking for new friends to make today, instead of seeking out ones he'd already made, but...well, his continued sitarlessness made him want to just draw what comfort he could from people he already got along with. It wasn't like he needed to be any more on edge when he was already feeling impatient for another shot at the patients possession room the coming night.

[windstwilight]

The person who say down was the last she expected. She had been thinking of him since the last time they had met; him and his Nobodies, and the choice that Momo had put in front of her about that... even if the Vice-Captain hadn't realized. Surprise filled her eyes before quickly turning to a happy smile. "Hey!"

She held up a taco as proof. "I can eat this shift, so I'm doing better." She laughed. "I got sedated earlier," she added by way of explanation. "How're you?"

[sitard3d]

"Sedated?" Demyx blinked at her, baffled. "What for?" She was talking about it like he ought to know, too, giving him the guilty suspicion that he was once again ignorant of something important.

[windstwilight]

She waved her hand, brushing it off. Only her eyes shifting downward showed that it was more than it seemed. "I just yelled at a nurse and didn't want to leave my room, is all. No big. Just a shitty morning." Coming off of a horrible night. But Senna wasn't about to go into that.

"So how's the finding band members going?"

[sitard3d]

"What happened?" Demyx asked, concerned. Maybe it was because he didn't have any himself, but he'd gotten to be quite good at picking up emotions in others, and Senna seemed upset about something. "Is everything okay?"

Still, he wouldn't press too hard if Senna wanted to change the subject, so he did respond to her question about the band. "It seems to be going really well! There's a lot more interested people than I expected...although only one other person with any musical experience," he added with a sheepish chuckle. "Guess I've got my work cut out for me."

[windstwilight]

She shook her head. Demyx... she wanted to open up to, wanted to tell about her decision, but she needed to think it over. Needed to consider it herself. "...someone died. Last night. Someone I knew from my world. And I didn't want to leave my room," she repeated.

She tried a smile on. "Hey, but people are interested in it. As long as people want to do something, they can succeed in it. Maybe you'll find some talent." Her grin was more natural this time. "Myself? I'll stick to the tamborine."

[sitard3d]

Oh, man. What was it with his friends' friends dying? "Ah, geez. Is this the same guy?" he asked aloud, to no one in particular. Then, speaking more to Senna now, he inquired, "Is this the guy who ran that club? 'Cause Hanatarou was upset about that this morning, too. Do you guys know each other?"

"Talent, probably," Demyx agreed, scratching the back of his head. "Dunno if any of it is gonna have anything to do with music, but..." He chuckled a little. "Still - I mean, I love music and I'd love to have a band, but I guess it's more an excuse to have all of us together. So I guess I shouldn't worry about it."

[windstwilight]

Hanatarou was that guy from Soul Society as well. Senna didn't know him, but he said he was a Shinigami, which meant that... "Yeah. Same guy. I don't know a lot of people from my world, but I knew the guy that ran that club. And the guy that died the night before that. And the girl the disappeared that day." Senna had been talking more to herself at the end. Anyone who might have known her or remembered her was gone now.

She did perk up at the word 'us'. "Bringing people together is a nice idea. Are they, um. Are they people like us? Or just more fun people?" Being part of a group, even knowing that there were others similar to her, was completely new to her. She wasn't quite sure how to act.

[sitard3d]

Demyx grimaced. Geez, and he'd been feeling like he'd been getting a lot of fallout from those deaths. "Three people?" he said aloud. "Man, you're really not having a good week..."

He blinked at Senna for a minute as he worked out her meaning, then looked faintly guilty. He hadn't meant to give her false hope about that... "Not, like, 'not meant to exist' us," he replied sheepishly. "Just...people who aren't appreciated, or who're lonely, or who just like music. I think there's only the four of us like that in this place, and there's only you and me in the actual band. Luxord and Xigbar are the other two, but they kinda think the band's a stupid idea, anyway."

[windstwilight]

As someone who had only existed for a little over a week, that statement was entirely too correct. And way too ironic. Senna burst out laughing in spite of everything. Or maybe because of it. "Sorry, just... Yeah. It's been an hard week."

She scratched the back of her head distractedly. "Oh. Okay." Only four. But... four. It was more than she would have hoped for. "Luxord's the other one, huh? I'm meeting Xigbar tomorrow," she said.