zerstorung
in
damned
Day 23: Game Room, Evening Shift.
Fayt had been doing.. something. For some time, apparently, as he came in during the children shower scenes. Being over the age (yes, despite how he looked), he wasn’t sent there, meaning he had three options. Music Room. Game Room, and Sun Room.
Well, that was an obvious choice.
Fayt, in true Fayt fashion, went into the Game Room. He’d entered a couple times in the past, but never really got to do much in it. The last time he’d come in, he’d gotten into a discussion with Nowe. About Dragons, though at the time he’d answered idiotically. He groaned, momentarily, before continuing on in the direction he’d memorized. Maybe when he found Nowe (hopefully his friend wouldn’t be in the showers, but would already be in the Game Room), he could inform him of his interaction with Croswell. It’d be a nice story, or so he thought.
Nowe had actually seems pretty proud to be the only person to have such a close involvement. Taking that away from him wouldn’t be such a good idea. Not that it would mess with their friendship, he was rather certain that that wasn’t something that could be destroyed easily. After all, both were fairly friendly people, weren’t they? Both of them had leadership qualities too, and even if that could become a little complicated, it wasn’t a bad thing. It just meant they’d be able to figure out something.. useful.
Like he’d done last night. Yeah, wow. He was really on fire then, wasn’t he.
Fayt damned the sarcasm his mind gave him, thankfully it quieted down when he stepped inside (oh, and his nurse left him too). First, huh? Figured, this was probably the least popular spot. He would have thought the Music Room would be, but there could be a benefit to having such a place. Not that he’d ever really been in there for very long; he could only guess what went on in it. Unhelpfully, his mind piped up, 'music, duh.'
Wasn't that thing supposed to be snarky to everyone else, not himself? Geez.
Oh well. With a shrug, Fayt headed over to the collection. What to play, what to play..
Well, that was an obvious choice.
Fayt, in true Fayt fashion, went into the Game Room. He’d entered a couple times in the past, but never really got to do much in it. The last time he’d come in, he’d gotten into a discussion with Nowe. About Dragons, though at the time he’d answered idiotically. He groaned, momentarily, before continuing on in the direction he’d memorized. Maybe when he found Nowe (hopefully his friend wouldn’t be in the showers, but would already be in the Game Room), he could inform him of his interaction with Croswell. It’d be a nice story, or so he thought.
Nowe had actually seems pretty proud to be the only person to have such a close involvement. Taking that away from him wouldn’t be such a good idea. Not that it would mess with their friendship, he was rather certain that that wasn’t something that could be destroyed easily. After all, both were fairly friendly people, weren’t they? Both of them had leadership qualities too, and even if that could become a little complicated, it wasn’t a bad thing. It just meant they’d be able to figure out something.. useful.
Like he’d done last night. Yeah, wow. He was really on fire then, wasn’t he.
Fayt damned the sarcasm his mind gave him, thankfully it quieted down when he stepped inside (oh, and his nurse left him too). First, huh? Figured, this was probably the least popular spot. He would have thought the Music Room would be, but there could be a benefit to having such a place. Not that he’d ever really been in there for very long; he could only guess what went on in it. Unhelpfully, his mind piped up, 'music, duh.'
Wasn't that thing supposed to be snarky to everyone else, not himself? Geez.
Oh well. With a shrug, Fayt headed over to the collection. What to play, what to play..