Night 47: Staff-Only Food Counter

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((From here.))Claude didn't sense any danger as he stepped into the room, but that didn't mean he could lower his guard. It would be too easy to get ambushed in a room they weren't familiar with, especially if the layout happened to work against them somehow. Still, as the flashlight beam spilled into the room, he didn't see anything out of the

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They had already covered a lot of ground tonight, seeing how they'd searched a few rooms and even found a patio of all things. Watching that display of Yuffie's had also been educational in its own way, though that had been more discouraging than anything else. Guy knew he'd have to report back to Luke on that, despite the fact that it might depress his friend. Either that, or it would just make him that much more determined.

But now they'd found some sort of food counter. It wasn't nearly large enough to accommodate the whole patient population, which added to Guy's earlier thought about this part of the institute being sectioned off as a place for the nurses and doctors to eat. With how the pattern had been going so far, chances were that they'd be finding a kitchen sooner rather than later. Through that door, maybe?

It was at that moment that Claude voiced that very thought, and Guy looked to him with a smile and nodded. "Probably," he agreed. As he took the initiative and stepped over to the door, he grabbed the knob and--

"Ah, crap," he blurted out when he realized that it was locked. Still, that was probably a good sign. The kitchen had to be through this door, and it was very possible that he could find a meat cleaver or something along those lines if they could just get in. "Same plan as last time?" he asked with a glance to his companion.

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Claude watched with anticipation as Guy tried to open the door, and sank a little when it was apparent that things wouldn't be so easy this time around. Ah, well. Considering the last two doors they'd gone through had been unlocked, Claude guessed it would have been unreasonable to assume that this one would be open, too. If it was anything like the library door, though, then it probably wasn't anything they couldn't handle. The main thing Claude was worried about was whether Guy was overexerting himself by doing all this door-bashing. But he was probably feeling okay if he suggested it in the first place, right?

"Sounds good to me," Claude replied. He angled his body in a way where his shoulder was facing the door. "Okay, then. One, two, three--!"

Just like earlier, he threw his full weight at the door, assuming that Guy would do what he could to pitch in. Hopefully they'd get it open in two or less tries!

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Breaking into another room wasn't exactly Guy's idea of fun, but it wasn't like he was going to refuse to do it just because it might leave him with a sore foot. That wasn't as bad as overusing his arms when they were still trying to heal up, at least. Either way, they needed to get through here, though he might end up a little irked if it turned out to be something pointless again. He had a good feeling, though. As nonsensical as this place could be, the layout of the rooms generally followed some form of logic.

Seeing how they'd already done this once, Guy was quick to repeat the process the second that Claude said "three"; his foot shot out and banged against the door painfully. While they obviously had jostled it, just one hit wasn't good enough.

Two seemed to be the lucky number when it came to this, though, and so Guy repeated the countdown: "One, two, three!" he called out as he went in for a second kick, trying to keep his voice down even if he knew that the whole lock-breaking thing was probably attracting enough attention on its own.

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When the door didn't give in immediately, Claude was ready to throw his shoulder at the door again on Guy's count of three. Shuddering underneath their combined weight, the door flew open. The sudden force took Claude off guard, and he felt his feet trip up as he nearly lost his balance. Thankfully, it only took him a second to catch himself, though. He let out a small breath and straightened. Whew, he didn't want to go tumbling onto the floor with a sharp blade in hand, that was for sure!

If he hadn't been carrying stuff already, he would have offered his hand for a high-five. Instead, he settled on flashing his friend a smile. "Nice work."

His shoulder was a little sore, and it'd probably be sporting bruises in the morning, but that was okay. Personally, he was just curious to see what was up ahead.

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The moment that Guy realized that Claude was in danger of falling over, his hand quickly shot out to hold him steady. It was only after making that contact that he realized that his friend probably would have been fine without it, but Claude would likely appreciate the action nonetheless.

Like Claude's shoulder, Guy's foot was slightly sore, but it wasn't enough to make it difficult to walk or anything like that. It was more of an annoyance than anything.

"Likewise," he said when Claude paid a compliment. It had been a team effort, after all. Now, if all went well, their efforts would be rewarded. Nodding to himself, Guy led them through the door.

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