Haseo's steps were heavy with the weight of righteous anger as he was escorted into the Sun Room, his posture so sullen and reluctant you could almost hear the nostalgic cry of an electric guitar. He was seething, and though perhaps it was a bit harder to be intimidating while wearing the uniform of an insane asylum and flanked by a bored-looking
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For once, Cross wasn't particularly tired as he was led into the sun room. He'd slept in, after all, and through most of the night as well. He could already tell it had done wonders for his healing process. Instead he took a seat on a sofa and casually watched as people came and went from the bulletin. The way people passed notes back and forth on it was interesting.
A cat had taken up residence in his lap already as he watched, and he pet it absently. He might not have even realized he was doing it.
[reserved for Asch the Bloody]
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He was probably just trying to get to know people, but it couldn't hurt to ask. There were only so many reasons anyone would approach him, after all. He was fairly glad to see that no one he knew had been brought here with the latest batch of patients. It left him alone, but them in better positions. Hopefully.
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When someone crowed rather loudly not too far from where they were sitting, he paused and blinked owlishly. He didn't turn to look for the source. That would just be rude. He didn't say anything, either, because it wouldn't be polite to point it out. But how silly...
"My name is Cross." He recovered quickly, smiling at the red-head again. "It's a pleasure to meet you."
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"I'd hope it doesn't become much longer than that, but escape doesn't appear to be an easy goal."
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