Day 43: Sun Room, Second Shift

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When the shift changed, HK stayed put. Even after a long night of zombie killing, he had no interest in meatbag fuel, especially after all the discussion of chocolate with that rather strange meatbag. It was just making him crave the stuff even more than he had previously, if that was possible

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L understood that Lunge was watching him -- expected it, in fact. A good investigator should be suspicious of him, to some extent, and they should be analyzing his behavior. Noticing it was almost reassuring: it showed keen intelligence, capability, the idea that L would not be the only person addressing their situation in a serious way.

He was used to working alone, but always with eyes and ears and hands. Only time would show whether Lunge was as reliable and skilled as it seemed that he might be, but L had a fleeting thought: This is someone I might choose to work with even if I were not forced to do so.

Still, when Lunge said he would find membership in a club to be an unwelcome distraction, L tilted his head, frowning a little.

"You are equal to defending yourself?

"Ordinarily, I would agree with you, but I have some small interest in the cooking club. It has been suggested that there is safety in numbers here -- I will need to experience at least one night here to decide for myself. The club dedicated to self-defense seemed the most expedient. If it becomes necessary to join one, appearances suggest that one will be the most advantageous."

He caught the challenge in the smile, and it caused something enigmatic to pass over his face -- a sharpness that was there and gone, a challenge of his own. He was not often in the habit of shaking hands, but this situation was different; he could not control the variables. He took the offered hand and shook it. His own hand was cool and dry.

"Yes. I hope we will be able to accomplish everything we set out to do."