Day 50: Arts & Crafts Room (3rd Shift)

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Sai's nurse had tried to usher him toward the music room, but the ninja had very little interest in spending a shift there (not to mention that the off-tune sounds currently coming from that direction were sure to give him at least the beginning of a headache), and chose instead to head toward an activity that he was more familiar with

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"Rachel, why don--Oh dear, your nose is bleeding again..." From whatever pocket in her uniform, the nurse brought out a tissue and gently dabbed the skin under her nose

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Arts and Crafts was still fairly empty when Badou arrived. Sure, that meant he might not be able to steal any glitter, but if that was the worst that happened today, he wouldn't even complain about it. Much. At least he had no real worries about visitor shift. Most of the people he knew were already locked in with him, and after that first visit from Haine... well, not much could surprise him. Might as well take it easy for the day.

The first familiar face he noticed just happened to belong to the cute brunette from the bus. Badou headed over, waving once with his uninjured hand. Maybe the sling would earn him some pity points. "'Sup. Is that supposed to be a... Abstract art? It's got - flow. Sort of." He settled into the chair across from her. "Rough night?"

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Tifa hadn't realized she had become so absorbed in drawing until someone sat down in front of her before she even noticed. Brown eyes unhinged from the paper and met Badou with a tired look. Truly, the brunette was happy to see someone she knew, and this boy had a good sense of humor, but it was hard to show her appreciation. Those pills had some weird side effects!

"It's supposed to be people--Hey, what happened to your arm?" She pulled her chair closer to hear this story. From what she had seen of others and on the bulletin board, quite a few people had taken quite a beating this past night. The young woman was surprised none of them had died, if her own experience was any kind of general model. "I went back to my home, did you too?"

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Well, actually, he'd gotten worse responses from women in the past. He liked to think of anything non-violent as positive enough. Besides, from what Alle had told him, last night must have been rough on a lot of people.

"What happened to you?" Badou countered. "I slept in. Kinda glad I did for once." This was why he hadn't wanted to bother with the sling. While it was nice to whine, telling virtually everyone he met that his doctor was out to brutally maim him and kill all of his friends got kinda old. And, well, most people really didn't want to be friends with someone who might get them murdered for the sake of angst.

As for the other thing, he shook his head, reaching for a piece of paper and a crayon. "You know they were just fucking with you, right?"

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"Oh really...?" Sleeping, huh? Her smile wasn't exactly sympathetic to his plight. "Yeah I got this from sleeping too..." Pointing to her busted nose, Tifa's swollen face split further in a painful grin. It was ultimately worth it. "C'mon, all men like to talk about their battle scars. I'll go first!"

Pushing her drawing aside, she interlaced her fingers and rested them on the round table. "I was on the back of a friend's motorcycle after we went to his 'house' or whatever. One minute we are riding through the snow, the next we crash into the kitchen pantry, and I face plant into the brick wall the man calls his back... Pretty pathetic, huh? I didn't even go down in a fight!" Laughing harmlessly, she picked up her crayon and began doodling again, not wanting to pressure Badou if he really didn't want to talk about his arm. But he fucking better, because she was curious.

"Yeah..." Though it was hard to verbally admit it. At least she hadn't been as crushed as Logan when they came back to the institute. Or, well, he might have been,