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Who: payingthepiper & fragmentsoflucy.
When: Saturday afternoon.
Where: Skye hospital.
Summary: Murata's still a beaten up pulp, so Allen's bringing some cards to help him pass the time. He's also checking on why in the world Murata's "roommates" went missing.
Warnings: Disturbing psychology.
[the nurses hadn't been positive, looking at him first with confusion over his questions on Kazuhiko; he'd never left, they'd said, and when he'd pressed just a bit further, the confusion had started to turn into suspicion (and maybe revoked visiting privileges - they were already a bit wary, since he wasn't family, but he was a newcomer and that seemed to mean something to them), and so he'd retracted the questioning, deciding that seeing Murata would be far better than nothing at all.]
[the hallways they led him through hadn't been promising, either, but at least he could stay silent and just follow the guide to the thick door, the closed room. he had a deck of playing cards in his pocket, Timcanpy hidden in his hood; a neutral expression, even if it took the nurse a bit to unlock and let him into Kazuhiko-- Murata's- room.]
[he was wary, inwardly (not just because this was a hospital), but that wasn't any expression to greet someone with, so he mustered up a small smile and made a point of not cringing in seeing the other's state -- just raised one hand slightly, cordially. politely, almost tentatively:]
Ah. Murata?
When: Saturday afternoon.
Where: Skye hospital.
Summary: Murata's still a beaten up pulp, so Allen's bringing some cards to help him pass the time. He's also checking on why in the world Murata's "roommates" went missing.
Warnings: Disturbing psychology.
[the nurses hadn't been positive, looking at him first with confusion over his questions on Kazuhiko; he'd never left, they'd said, and when he'd pressed just a bit further, the confusion had started to turn into suspicion (and maybe revoked visiting privileges - they were already a bit wary, since he wasn't family, but he was a newcomer and that seemed to mean something to them), and so he'd retracted the questioning, deciding that seeing Murata would be far better than nothing at all.]
[the hallways they led him through hadn't been promising, either, but at least he could stay silent and just follow the guide to the thick door, the closed room. he had a deck of playing cards in his pocket, Timcanpy hidden in his hood; a neutral expression, even if it took the nurse a bit to unlock and let him into Kazuhiko-- Murata's- room.]
[he was wary, inwardly (not just because this was a hospital), but that wasn't any expression to greet someone with, so he mustered up a small smile and made a point of not cringing in seeing the other's state -- just raised one hand slightly, cordially. politely, almost tentatively:]
Ah. Murata?