Day 51: Breakfast

[thatdamnedninja]

Yuffie Kisaragi, indomitable bouncing ball of sunshine and unfathomable ebullience, was tired. It'd been a long night full of gibberish and getting nowhere fast

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[vsyourface]

Scott settled back into his seat while Knives absorbed that whallop of information, arms crossed over his chest purposefully. He wished he could have put all that to her some other way, but one, he hadn't started wishing that until after his mouth finished going off, so it was kind of late to do anything about it, and two, it was probably better not to tiptoe around info at Landel's anyway. Knives was going to have to find all this stuff out eventually anyway, right? Best to just get it all out in one big dump.

And so, Scott continued on. "It's like multiple universes," he answered. Then he paused, correcting: "Actually, no, it is exactly multiple universes. People are taken from, like, alternate realities all over space and time. I know that sounds completely insane, but once you've seen Indiana Jones and Wolverine wandering around, you kinda have to accept it."

As for Knives's other question, Scott was suddenly kicking himself - literally kicking his own leg under the table - for throwing away his pipe in the shed that one night. He could have had something for her as soon as night started, but no, she was going to have to go it bare-fisted until they could get a new weapon for her. Fantastic. "Anyway, if you need a weapon or whatever, I'll take you out to the sports shed tonight. Baseball bats aren't the most badass weapons ever, but they're better than nothing. And if we ever get into the kitchen-" Scott pointed in the direction of said room with an unconscious "screw you, kitchen" glare "-we can get some knives for you, Knives." 

[knives_throw_u]

The girl nodded. "Okay," she said, and then - she smiled. "Well," she said as she bounced back somewhat, "At least we're not alone in this. It sounds like you already have more than a few friends to help out, and I'm sure if I stick with you, I'll be fine till I get a knife on me!" She actually ate a bit of her food, "I can so totally just go with the flow till the nighttime rolls around."

One had to hand it to Knives; she was taking the influx of information rather well. Maybe because of who it was coming from, but in any event, the urge to cry and panic was gone, and that was a definite Good Sign. Yes, it deserved capitals.

[vsyourface]

Even with Scott hoping for the best in dropping that trainload of information on Knives, he was surprised to hear her just accept it all like that. Did she really still trust him that much? Apparently, yes.

"Well, uh, great! Great. I'm glad you're taking it well. Ummmm... So yeah! Sticking with me is a good plan. Probably. At least at night, anyway. During the day, you probably wanna make some connections and stuff. The more people you have to watch your back, the better." Meaning, if you get hurt or die - WHICH YOU WON'T - there's more of a chance it won't be totally my fault, Scott thought with a slight shiver.