Night 51: Sun Room

[girlsandgadgets]

[From here.]The difference in the Sun Room was literally night and day: what was a relaxing area during the daylight hours was far less pleasant at night, the dim light from the ceiling windows barely illuminating the vague shapes of the furniture sitting around the room. What little light there was only served to create shadows, perfect hiding

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[buryyourdemons]

The meeting did not go unnoticed. The blond didn't want him here, and more to the point, there was something else gained. The words made it perfectly clear that both the blond and the Uchiha had seen him here before. A period ago, if the manner of speech was any indication. And when...? His mind failed to wrap around the logic, and he instead looked back, ignoring the insinuations. Weaker? Yes, he was. That was already a constant on his mind. It didn't need to be discussed, especially with a civilian. Despite the fact that the blond seemed to have gained the Uchiha's confidence, and he couldn't see Sasuke allowing any that were completely useless.

The dark haired man spoke before Gaara could respond. This one had been congenial so far. The red-haired boy nodded to him. "All right." His mind shifted for that. The cafeteria, then. Was there somewhere else past that?

He glanced back to the pair, letting the pillowcase hang open the smallest bit. Sand trickled upwards, the sound of molecules shifting through the air something familiar for any that had fought with him. "Noted," he answered Sasuke dryly. There shouldn't be anything else expected. Whether or not he was capable of the fact, he was not one to simply allow others to do anything for him. "I've been here before?"

[blood_and_pocky]

Needing the others to get past the ballroom meant he couldn’t separate himself from the majority; he didn’t stand in their way longer than necessary, and instead turned into the room, pointedly keeping his eyes off the destruction inside.

As long as no one starts chasing the tail of a monster again, I suppose we’ll be fine, he thought wryly, while outwardly he nodded in agreement with Zack’s wish. It was his own, too. Harping on the details was something better left for daylight, when prisoners could stand around all they wanted. Admittedly, Gaara was a different kind of detail, but the noble did no more than watch him for a moment, arms crossed loosely. As for the question--as expected as it was, considering Aidou himself had just confirmed any rumours in not so many words--it was more or less Sasuke’s to answer. He was the best equipped to be answering such things, being familiar with Gaara in a way the rest of them weren’t.

Aidou had his own role that he was best suited for, anyway. “I’ll check ahead,” said the vampire, and without waiting for input he slipped away to where the cafeteria doors stood open and waiting.

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