Huh. So the head doctor actually cared about their well-being? Yeah, right. Though he guessed a game would be pretty boring if all of them had kicked the bucket
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As soon as the intercomm started up, Lockdown was already starting to get ready for the night. Figured he might as well go back upstairs, like last night, and try to get to the kitchen.
But what was that about the board now being censored? Lockdown decided to worry about it in the morning.
Knife in the pocket, axe and flashlight in hand, the bounty hunter gave HK a curt wave goodbye and headed out.
Kurogane had been so out of it when he'd been sent back to his room during the third shift that by the time he became coherent enough to be aware of himself and his surroundings, it was already night time. His roommate was gone and except for the fading of the intercom voice, the room was quiet. The ninja contemplated, just this once, staying in his room. He was tired, the wound at his side would make it difficult to fight, and he had no real goal for the night.
Sighing into the pillow, Kurogane closed his eyes for a few moments longer. If the next time he awoke was morning, he wouldn't have cared, but if it wasn't, he'd head out and do... something. Just to make the night somewhat productive.
Usually the first thing Guy noticed when night came was, of course, the lights going out and the doors unlocking. However, this time it was the stinging that started in his chest, and while it was enough to make him suck in a breath, he soon realized that it wasn't as bad as it had been the night before. It still hurt, but it wasn't a blinding pain by any means
( ... )
Grell left while Kurogane was still 'napping.' And lucky he did so. It was one thing to take a pillowcase full of clothes out of the room and write it off as being shy about changing in front of others. It was another to take a chainsaw out of the closet, kiss it, and then head merrily on his way. Somehow, he didn't think that could be so easily explained away
( ... )
Guy headed out of the room, toting a good number of supplies and...a sword? Okita felt a twinge of guilt at the sight of the blade, knowing that he'd promised Guy one and had still been incapable of producing one for him. He'd made Homura promise that Guy was the next to get a weapon, but the fruits of that game had yet to come to light. Perhaps later he would need to nudge his leader into remembering his promise. Even if it meant Guy would have two swords, Okita wasn't about to break his promise to a frien-- Okita paused as he pulled his haori on, realizing that, yes, Guy was a friend. Perhaps they didn't know all of the details of each others' lives, but that hardly mattered. He came to this room every night looking forward to seeing him and Guy's constant presence was enough to provide Okita with a sense of stability
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But what was that about the board now being censored? Lockdown decided to worry about it in the morning.
Knife in the pocket, axe and flashlight in hand, the bounty hunter gave HK a curt wave goodbye and headed out.
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Sighing into the pillow, Kurogane closed his eyes for a few moments longer. If the next time he awoke was morning, he wouldn't have cared, but if it wasn't, he'd head out and do... something. Just to make the night somewhat productive.
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