"I could tell you some stories," Yuffie suggested brightly, "of unquestionable legality." Illegality, that was. Petty little things like the law didn't usually mean very much to her, except for the times when she had to uphold it. Always fun for the breaking, though, the law, and messy for the clean-up. Just the way she liked it
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Before he could think much on this though, the same nurse as before had walked briskly over to him with what looked like more clothing. He supposed this meant he was going outside, which he had no objections over. He preferred the outdoors anyway.
Now he found himself in a courtyard, head tilted upward and eyes closed, tiny droplets of moisture cooling his skin. He'd taken the shoes, but had refused the sweatshirt and coat, wanting to surround himself by means of the cool air. He couldn't quite explain the feeling, it just felt... real.
After doing this for a moment, he gazed around the courtyard studying the various patients. He didn't see Tsubaki or Ritsu anywhere, causing him to emit a tiny sigh. Still being very apprehensive to beorc, he wasn't sure if he could introduce himself to any of them in this strange place.
He spotted a young girl sitting alone on a bench near the pond, her eyes glazed over in what could only be deep thought. She looked as lonely as he felt, seemingly preoccupied with a blank leaflet on her lap. He wondered if she wrote reports too. In a way, she reminded him of Ike's younger sister Mist, causing Ranulf to grin a little in spite of himself. Her non-threatening appearance and the possibility they may have something in common gave him enough courage to introduce himself. He walked toward the bench shyly, and spoke.
"Hey... is it ok if I sit here?"
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"You are welcome to it," she said. The man seemed a bit shy, but that was alright. "Though I confess I may not be the best conversationalist at the moment." She tilted her head a little. "But a distraction may do me good. I am Hinamori Momo."
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Ranulf laughed a bit at her statement, his expression taking on a quirky smile.
"Considering our current location, I'd say a distraction would do you more than good, yeah?"
Remembering the beorc tradition for introduction, he extended his hand for a "handshake" and replied with his own name.
"They call me "Alex" here, but you may call me Ranulf."
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"You may be right about that," she replied. "And this place likes to call us a lot of things that aren't true. Sadly, you get used to it after a while."
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His gaze fell once again on her blank tablet, and he nodded at it.
"Writer's block?" he asked with an interested expression.
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She smiled. "Do you have any artistic talents, Ranulf-san?"
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His eyes widened at her next question. He was taken aback for a moment, but gave her a jovial response and decided to demonstrate one of his talents.
"Probably not artistic, but I do have some talents?" He said as he stood up and peered into the water. "Would there happen to be any fish in this pond?"
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"There are," she replied, "though only during the day would I suggest fishing."
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"You're referring... grrnnff... to the "monsters"... mmmnnff... right?" The left shoe flew off, going three feet in the air and landing on the wet grass with a dull "thud". "Oops..." he said, laughing a little.
"I was told about them last night, and was hoping it to be a nightmare." He said as he rolled up his pants to knee-length, once again giving her the same quirky smile. "Heh, a nightmare within a nightmare. Maybe I do belong here."
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"Yes, those. I wish I could tell you it was a nightmare that you could wake up from," she replied. "If you belong in here, then so do I."
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He silently slipped his feet into the water, eyes darting back and forth as they concentrated on the dull shadows in the shallow pond.
"Well then," he said just loud enough for Momo to hear, his back to her as he kept his vision focused on several targets. "...I guess we're both crazy."
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"So it seems..." A pause and then she started drawing the man as he was in the water. "Just a friendly warning that the staff may not agree with you about your method of fishing. Aren't you cold?"
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"Cold?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. "Yes, to an extent. I've been in colder situations than this though." He sounded highly distracted, as he brought his arms up to his chest, hands poised in front of him, fingers twitching. This was it. He pulled his elbows back to strike AND LUNGED...
Unfortunately, he'd forgotten that he no longer possessed a tail, and his eyes went wide as he lost his balance. Windmilling his arms in the air, he emitted a "Wh-WHOOAAAA..." and fell face first into the pond. The splash was a large one, simultaneously scaring off any chance of a "breakfast snack" and possibly alerting the staff.
Coughing and sputtering, he stood up out of the water completely drenched, his turquoise hair matted to the sides of his face. He wiped some the wet hair from his eyes and gave Momo a sheepish grin while laughing at himself.
"I- I guess I missed!"
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"Must be an extra-speedy fish," she replied, still giggling a little. "Are you alright?"
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Remembering Momo's warning, he cast a look over at the group of nurses on the other side of the courtyard. It seemed, even with his big splash, they were still preoccupied. Silently thanking Ashera, he slipped out of the water and back onto the shore, snatching up his undershirt and pulling it hastily over his head. He'd been so excited to be outdoors he'd momentarily forgotten where he was.
He quickly sat back down on the bench, hoping not to attract any unwanted attention as he unrolled the cuffs of his thoroughly soaked sweatpants. Hopefully, the nursed wouldn't notice that either. He looked up at Momo as he pulled the other grey shirt over his head, the adrenaline still pumping through his veins giving him the ecstatic expression of someone who'd gotten away with something.
"That was close. I was so preoccupied by the fish, I'd almost forgotten where I was!" he said, silently chuckling in relief.
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Collecting her sketchpad, making sure to sit where the bench was still dry, she angled the paper toward him. Upon it was the basic sketch of Ranulf in the water. Even though it was far from complete, it was clearly him in it. "You did give me some inspiration, though. You aren't going to catch a cold sitting out here in wet clothes, are you?"
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