Day 22: Intercom, Dinner

[damned_intercom]

As the intercom switched on, the shuffling of papers was the first thing that could be heard rather than the voice of the Head Doctor. It seemed he had been going through a lot of them today, a fact which could perhaps be attributed to the fact that so many new patients had flooded the halls of Landel's on this particular afternoon

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Re: M10

[sitar_player_ix]

He was alive, if one could call this being alive. Demyx winced at the sharp pain in his forehead. The last thing he remembered was being on the receiving end of a Keyblade, after that everything went hazy.

Quickly sitting up bed he immediately regretted the action, the blood rush making him dizzy. He regained his composure and took in the unfamiliar surroundings. Everything was a shade of drab white, with a touch of more drab white. Plain furniture strategically placed in the small room giving it the sense of order.

Gone were his Organization coat and Sitar, which were replaced by gray clothing with a smiley face staring up at him, and an obviously cranky person in the bed across from him.

The first thought that came to mind was he should not be here, he should not be anywhere, and he should have dissolved back into the nothingness he came from. The second; where was here anyway?

Head in his hands Demyx desperately tried to piece all of this conflicting information together. Then all of a sudden it clicked together. This was a giant joke...

He began to snicker under his breath, the sound issuing forth from his mouth sounded like a cross between a laugh and a muffled sob.

He turned to the person across the room from himself, unable to keep a straight face. “So, which one of them put you up to this?”

Re: M10

[soul_defender]

"Dammit, I got stuck with a nutcase!"

It was a little early to be passing judgment so soon, but a laugh and a strange and unexplained line like that didn't help the man's case. Even worse, Ichigo was quick to gain the odd impression that this goofy little blonde wasn't laughing with him, but at him instead. Ichigo quickly shot out of bed, leaping nimbly up to his feet, where he loomed boldly over Demyx with a clentched fist trembling from tension.

"Listen close, blondie!" he suddenly exclaimed, leaning forward with a menacing scowl pasted across his lips. "I might be stuck in this room with you, but I'm not gonna put up with any of your ridiculous craziness. Got that?" Ichigo's entire lithely muscled body suddenly tensed, revealing not only that the young man was deceptively strong, but that he wouldn't take no for an answer.

Re: M10

[sitar_player_ix]

Demyx had not stopped laughing by the time Ichigo was in front of him. Damn he was fast! Fast and angry, not a good combination when Demyx was concerned. He was going to have to change tactics or he was in for one hell of a beating. Demyx did have to admit that Ichigo was good at playing along with the charade.

Putting his hands up in mock surrender and trying not to laugh, “No craziness, I promise.”

“So, I caught your intention, but not your name, you would be?” the last syllable drawn out for emphasis. It would just be easier and less painful as well if Demyx just played along with this farce for now.

Re: M10

[soul_defender]

Still laughing? Ichigo, not looking one bit more amused than before, quirked a dooming eyebrow condemingly down at Demyx. He obviously still didn't pick up on this being some kind of joke to his new roomie, instead gaining the unfavorable impression that this man was mocking him for no apparent reason. Still, rather than cave in to a violent impulse, then get punished for it later, Ichigo swiftly spun around in place and gave Demyx a solid view of his back.

"Ugh..." he growled, crossing his arms over his lean chest. "Crazy and no manners, too. Don't you know? If you want to know somebody's name, introduce yourself first."

It might've been difficult to peg Ichigo sometimes. He never liked to act out towards others unless he felt he had a good reason, and sensing provocation from Demyx's laughter, probably gave the wrong first impression by coming down on the Nobody like an avalanche. Ichigo stared off at the wall, frowning in a very sour fashion, and stood there proudly and impenetrably firm. "Maybe if he'd quit acting so damn weird, we'd get along."

Re: M10

[sitar_player_ix]

It seemed that his incessant laughing only further angered Ichigo, no matter how unintentional it was. Demyx cleared his throat in an attempt not to choke on his own amusement, looking up from coughing is his hand he was presented with a good view of Ichigo's backside. He seemed to have avoided an impending beating for the moment.

“I do too have manners!” he said in a very defensive voice, “and it's Demyx.” The Nobody's sanity has been in question more than enough times to even try do defend it at this point.

“I understand this is a giant joke and all, but you don't have to insult me.” Demyx brought his knees up to his chest and began to pout; this action only made the Nobody look positively adorable.

Re: M10

[soul_defender]

"Yeah, this is a joke, alright," he huffed faintly. Ichigo seemed to concur, but the sharpness in his tone reflected irritance, not humor, over what was to be an attempt at comedy. With a sigh, Ichigo turned and flopped limply back over his bed, collapsing across the messy, strewn-about sheets with his face pressed into the pillow. "It's a joke that I still haven't gotten out of here. I guess that makes me the punchline." he finished, lifting his face just high enough to avoid being muffled.

Sliding about in bed, hoping to gain a more comfortable position, Ichigo stretched himself out with his head facing the wall, and his back to the rest of the room. Motionless and quiet, he remained there for a moment before lazily raising a hand just above his body in a greeting gesture.

"Oh, yeah. I'm Ichigo." he said, not bothering to look. If the night shift was approaching, he could at least take a moment or two to relax himself, steady his nerves, and reserve his strength for when he needed it most.