Day 50: Chapel

[full_score]

The last thing Claude heard was the Head Doctor's voice faintly filtering into the corridors of the ship before he found himself tucked beneath the sheets of his bed. It took a moment to register he'd even changed locations, but then he he abruptly sat up, fought the wave of nausea that washed over him, and felt the blankets beneath his fingers.

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[dreadofthegrave]

Lost in thoughts of the previous night, it was no surprise that Battler wasn't paying too much to his surroundings, so even though someone had joined him, he remained of it until they spoke up. "Mm?" He turned towards the speaker-a young girl with some kind of stuffed animal on her back-before grinning.

"Sure, sure, it's not a problem at all!" he replied cheerfully, temporarily abandoning thoughts of the previous night. It probably would have been easy to get bogged down with the situation, but that was no reason at all not be any less friendly. After all, weren't they all stuck in this screwed up situation together?

Since it stuck out a little, Battler found himself taking a closer look at the toy she wearing. It was on the crude side, with strange stitches and mismatching button eyes, not the sort of thing you'd be very likely to find in a department store, but that wasn't a bad thing, adding to the charm rather than taking away from it. "That's kind of cute," he commented. "Did you make it?"

"Oh, I'm Battler, by the way. What's your name?"

[gald_digger]

The stranger looked kind of preoccupied at first, so Anise wasn't sure how he'd respond, but once he grinned at her, the girl was able to ease into a more natural smile. It looked like she wasn't interrupting anything too serious. In a chapel, there was a chance that she could have bothered someone while they were praying or something, and Anise was pretty sure that would make for a lousy first impression.

The mention of something 'cute' had her blinking in confusion for a moment, wondering which of her many cute features he was interested in, but it soon became apparent that he was looking at the doll on her back. Beaming, Anise pulled it over her head and held it out to show. "This is Tokunaga!" she eagerly told him. "Mama made it for me."

A sort of weird look crossed her face when the older boy introduced himself. What kind of a name was Battler?

...Oh well. Anise was happy enough to meet someone who properly appreciated Tokunaga's cuteness, so there was no point in letting something like that bother her. "And my name's Anise! Nice to meet you."