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Day: 55
Characters: Momiji Sohma (candied_rabbit), Yao Wong (cunchu)
Summary: Edelweiss' resident rabbit-boy goes behind enemy lines to the showers to smuggle vital supplies sneak Yao some leftovers.
DAY/NIGHT & Time: Day, first rec. block.
Status: Complete
There was a small, blond boy sitting on one of the benches in the center of the patients' showers, his legs crossed one over the other and his eyes darting back and forth. He was nervous, nervous, nervous, and it wasn't just the contraband resting on his rag-draped lap that was doing it. The few dry slices of rye bread that he'd smuggled out of the dining hall couldn't be too much trouble for anyone, right? They'd given them to him without a fuss.
The showers, on the other hand? Momiji was embarrassed to say - silently and while warily eying the heads sticking out of the walls - that they creeped him out a lot. Bath-time, in his expert opinion, was supposed to follow an inviolable recipe: three parts hot water, one part no-tears shampoo, one part strawberry-scented conditioner, mix with soap and add bubbles and rubber ducky to taste. Somehow, Edelweiss had managed to miss that list on all counts and throw strangers into the pot...which added up to him usually feeling his dirtiest when he was washing himself off.
Combine that with his present task and his slight uncertainty about whether it was actually allowed, and he found himself glancing over either shoulder towards the door quite often. Maybe he should have spent some time in the art room or the quiet room, before coming down here? That would have given China some time to arrive first. But then the nurses might have noticed the snacks he was hoarding, if he'd done that. Or China could have gotten into trouble, in his place...
"I bet he won't like the bread, anyway," 'Miji sighed to himself and hunched forward. "It's nasty."
"Maybe I should've kept the apple, instead."
Characters: Momiji Sohma (candied_rabbit), Yao Wong (cunchu)
Summary: Edelweiss' resident rabbit-boy goes behind enemy lines to the showers to smuggle vital supplies sneak Yao some leftovers.
DAY/NIGHT & Time: Day, first rec. block.
Status: Complete
There was a small, blond boy sitting on one of the benches in the center of the patients' showers, his legs crossed one over the other and his eyes darting back and forth. He was nervous, nervous, nervous, and it wasn't just the contraband resting on his rag-draped lap that was doing it. The few dry slices of rye bread that he'd smuggled out of the dining hall couldn't be too much trouble for anyone, right? They'd given them to him without a fuss.
The showers, on the other hand? Momiji was embarrassed to say - silently and while warily eying the heads sticking out of the walls - that they creeped him out a lot. Bath-time, in his expert opinion, was supposed to follow an inviolable recipe: three parts hot water, one part no-tears shampoo, one part strawberry-scented conditioner, mix with soap and add bubbles and rubber ducky to taste. Somehow, Edelweiss had managed to miss that list on all counts and throw strangers into the pot...which added up to him usually feeling his dirtiest when he was washing himself off.
Combine that with his present task and his slight uncertainty about whether it was actually allowed, and he found himself glancing over either shoulder towards the door quite often. Maybe he should have spent some time in the art room or the quiet room, before coming down here? That would have given China some time to arrive first. But then the nurses might have noticed the snacks he was hoarding, if he'd done that. Or China could have gotten into trouble, in his place...
"I bet he won't like the bread, anyway," 'Miji sighed to himself and hunched forward. "It's nasty."
"Maybe I should've kept the apple, instead."