Day 46: Intercom, Evening

[damned_intercom]

The intercom jingle went off, mirroring the cheery voice that came out of the speakers soon after it.

"Hello, everyone, and I hope you found productive endeavors in both your music-making and your therapy sessions! Now, our nurses will be escorting all of you to your rooms and to your delicious dinners. Tonight, we're serving moist slices of

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[screwthegods]

Homura headed back to his room behind his nurse, grinning each time she bemoaned the mess he seemed destined to make with the glitter in his hair. However unfortunate anyone other than Okita and Nataku found it, the demi-god seemed to be simply stuck with the decoration until it all fell out. Yet the sparkles were proving amazingly resilient, or at least so numerous that the storm he caused each time he shook his head or ran fingers through his hair hadn't lessened the effect.

It was a minor inconvenience, however. Kenren had yet to see him like this, so Homura expected a bit of teasing when they met. Other than that, the glitter was easily forgotten in favor of plans for that night. With only three of them, the group should be able to move quickly, pending of course any patients that might have ended up brainwashed--though with recent events, it was difficult to keep up with just what night it was anymore. Regardless, Homura was hopefully they would make it to a place that History had yet to touch: the basement. If nothing else, the opportunity to see the face of their captor held it's appeal. Just what sort of man was he when not hiding behind his intercom?

Homura's roommate hadn't yet arrived, and the demi-god sat down at his desk to eat. He hadn't spoken with Kibitoshin much, but he was finding more reason to. If the man truly could heal, Homura certainly would be able to make use of his ability. The convenience of being in the same room only seemed counterbalanced by the man's sense of altruism when it came to freely offering his abilities. Still, so long as Homura asked first in the future, he couldn't forsee any problems.

[bitpartgod]

Wow. Broken bones, crutches, serious injuries... the patients here sure knew how to get themselves hurt, didn't they?

That alone had given Kibitoshin enough food for thought to give him a royal case of mental indigestion. With such a wide range of injuries came an equally wide range of ways to get them, and with that came an even wider pool of teeth and claws and weapons all out to get him. Typical! Just... typical!

Oh, well. Even if stopping people from being attacked in the first place was a tad beyond him in most cases, helping them recover afterwards was equally rewarding. And with the amount of people hurt every night he was never going to be without someone to look after, either. Just whether that was a good thing or not he hadn't quite decided- he could manage those two healings tomorrow with enough preparation, right?- but he tried not to let that bother him for now.

Smiling brightly at Homura as he entered, he gave a cheerful, "Good evening!" before sitting down, wondering, distantly, just why the man's head seemed to be sparkling at him. Never mind. People were strange like that.