Cloud knew he should be taking the opportunity to check out the rec field during the day. The fresh air would be a welcome change from the crowded stuffiness the Institute usually provided, and he would have a chance to scope out the area when it wasn't all under the cover of darkness. When offered a choice, however, he remained in the sun room
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But I might chip a nail, you ugly woman. "A-ah, maybe some other time. It's rather cold out there. I wouldn't want to fall ill."
"If you insist. Try to soak up some sun in here, okay?"
I'll soak you in something. "Yes, ma'am ( ... )
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Harley turned away from the board and looked around for a good place to sit. Instead, she just found herself touring the room and staring in disgust at the rooms inhabitants. Look at them! Like zombies! Didn't anyone know how to act like they were in an asylum anymore? People back home were never this ( ... )
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"HolyMaryMotherof--!!!" What was with people?! Didn't they have the manners to at least ask before interrupting his daydreams?! Grell was one hundred percent certain he'd nearly jumped out of his skin when someone crashlanded into the seat next to him. He could even feel that silly mortal heart of his hammering hard against his ribs, his hands pressed against it as if that would stop the thing from beating itself to death. At least he'd had enough sense not to take the Lord's name in vain, but still! Manners"B-b-but the night is when those t-terrible things come ( ... )
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"What, you'd rather stay cooped up in here like this?" She waved a hand to lazily indicate the room. "I'd rather deal with the giant bugs and zombies than have these old hags hangin' off my back all day! Least you can run away from those things. Or bash 'em in the face." Well, technically she could do that to the nurses, too, but she'd end up on the wrong end of a football pileup and would get a needle shoved into her arm before she knew it.
She leaned back in her seat, sighing exaggeratedly "How can you not get bored stiff sittin' here like this?" No, honestly. She'd love to know.
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"Hmmm." She looked around the room as though trying to understand the appeal herself. "Not much of a show, is it? You must be even more bored than me. Maybe you should move to thinking about the nurses instead." Hey. Could be fun, right?
"But, well... It's not like I like messin' with 'em. I mean, some a' the bigger ones used to be someone's pets, ya know?" At the very least, her babies had been taken by this place. Maybe they were monsters now, too. Didn't mean she'd love them any less, but ( ... )
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Casting his gaze sideways under her scrunity in a pretense of unease, the death god, pulled his hair over his shoulder and began nervously playing with the ends of it. He couldn't wait for showers to come, even if they were communal. He hated being unwashed for more than a day if he could manage it. It was so terribly unladylike. "I...don't know," he said hesitantly. "I find it interesting to wonder what they might be thinking." And how best to take their heads.
But then the woman had to go and be absurd and Grell's fingers caught in his hair, yanking it painfully as he stared at her. Pets? Was she calling the nasty beasts that roamed these halls pets? "I don't believe they were ever anyone's pets, ( ... )
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