Title: Wasting Time
Characters: Black Jack, anybody who wants to join
Location: Somewhere outside Malaise (FREEZE TO DEATH? WHAT IS THIS 'FREEZE TO DEATH' YOU SPEAK OF?)
Rating: PG-13 in case of verbal outrage?
Summary: Was he really accomplishing anything here?
Date/Time: Day 19/Free Time
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He wasn't sure. )
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His moment of self-reflection halted when a sound other than that of his own coat reached his ears. Shuffle, crunch, shuffle, crunch - cri-cri-cri-crunch.
The doctor looked at his now-companion out of the corner of his eye, to find out that it was his regular book borrower.
"Hm." It was all he could say to acknowledge the other's presence.
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Torn planned to spend free time--or a good majority of it at least--outside today. He hadn't ventured out since arriving two days prior, and he hadn't exactly been planning on it today, but Sakura hadn't been around so...outside kept him from looking for her, really.
It was so pathetic how attached he'd gotten to that little girl, even if she did need his help.Besides, it was beautiful out. Torn was no romantic, but he knew beauty when he saw it. There was something about the pureness of snow or...whatever that instilled more awe in him than most anything else. The peacefulness, maybe. Yeah, that ( ... )
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Didn't he only want a walk, anyway? If Black Jack wanted to tell him about what was on his mind, then Zexion supposed he would. Though he couldn't help but be a little curious as to what was on the other male's mind that had him so preoccupied.
He didn't really know the older man well enough to inquire to it without seeming rude, anyway.
As they walked the slate-haired boy glanced to the side, noticing a tense-looking man sitting on a bench (wasn't that cold?) by the pathway. He looked suspicious, and Zexion gave him a long, careful look when they drew nearer.
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The added company made him think of more than he wanted to. The memory of the young man toppling around the asylum in his sleep, while more amusing than it should have been days after the incident, made him feel more inclined to stay. But then again, it wasn't his responsiblity to look out for these people. And yet...
This thought was disrupted when he noticed a man he hadn't seen since... when was the last time he met new staff or patients, anyway? It felt like the past days had been a blur; was he really that preoccupied that he never noticed...?
Brows furrowed, Black Jack stopped a feet or two away from the stranger.
"You are?" he asked, as if the other were obligated to answer. Not that the other had to - that was just the way the doctor was.
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