Day 53: Breakfast

[thatdamnedninja]

With sigh that toed the ambiguous no-mans-land between soft and explosive, Yuffie collected a plateful of waffles with all the toppings. She was sure that, if nothing else, it'd making a pretty satisfying splat if-when?-she launched it at somebody's face, and that was all that counted

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[gamingsostfu]

The first thing Matt realized upon waking right back where he started was that his face hurt - a lot. It was more annoying that anything else, really, and he noted that his nose and face was no longer bloody, and he was wearing a new, crisp, clean smiley shirt as he sat up in the twin bed, wincing at the brightness of the white room. His head pounded faintly with an impending headache, and he had to wonder if that was from being smacked in the face with a frigging sword the night before, or the fact that he only managed to smoke two cigarettes before Landel's magical staff managed to shove them back into his desk drawer

[doyoustillsee]

[DO NOT CALL ME THAT D< lol]

Waking up to find his body wracked with pain was nothing new for Kanda Yuu. It had been commonplace years ago--even with his body's increased healing abilities, repairing the extensive damage caused by experiment after experiment could take a while. The pain wasn't really all that bad this time, comparatively, though the results (or almost total lack thereof) when he tried to clench his right hand into a fist were still less than pleasant, or pleasing.

Then he remembered what had actually caused those injuries--those huge birds, not the Order's experiments with Innocence--and he sat up with a jerk, followed by gritted teeth and a determination not to wince as he swung his legs over the side of the bed. He gave himself a quick once-over, noting the well-wrapped bandages on his arm, shoulder, chest, and from the feel of it, his back. His feet stung a bit too when he'd placed them on the floor--from going outside and walking through the glass-covered entry room in just his sock feet (twice), no doubt.

[gamingsostfu]

Matt looked up, of course, when he heard his "name" - but the nurse was quick to set someone down across from him and dash off before he could react. His first instinct was to be disgruntled, of course - I'm still recovering, you jerk. That means no socializing whatsoever. It was useless, though, he knew, which was why the brunet went without saying anything for the first few minutes, opting instead to avert his eyes and silently go on inhaling his waffles damn near whole.

He did glance back at the other boy a few times, as he continued eating. Long black hair, thin build - but not wiry. He was built like a fighter, if Matt could say he knew what he was talking about with that statement, and the way he held himself... The way he sat in the chair, mostly ignoring Matt right back... It actually took the edge off the fact that Landel's so-called "staff" was once again trying to force him into an uncomfortable situation.

Naturally, all situations including speaking face-to-face with other people made Matt nervous, but, so far at least,

[doyoustillsee]

So much for peace and quiet at breakfast. But at least the other guy had been quiet for a decent amount of time first--longer than a lot of people in the Order's cafeteria, that was for sure.

When "Mason" finally spoke, Kanda's gaze flicked up from his food almost immediately (he'd given up trying to actually cut the waffles with the plastic fork he'd been provided with, for the most part anyway, and had simply settled for spearing a whole damn waffle and biting chunks off it). More irritable than usual from trying to force away thoughts of last night, it took some genuine effort to bite back a harsh what the hell do I care who you are? But no, like it or not (obviously not), he did need allies and information if he was ever going to get out of here. He might as well start now.

"...Kanda," the Exorcist conceded, making no move to offer a handshake in greeting. And because he did want more information about this place--"What the hell happened to you?"

All things considered, it was a question that Kanda probably deserved to be

[spandexorgtfo]

Kratos had been about to say something equally ironic and biting back to Ishida, but then the scene began segueing into darkness, and his limbs grew heavy...the world seemed to slow...and somewhere the Head Doctor's voice was quietly speaking: it's only what you see every day and when you wake up--

--He opened his eyes. As usual, he was back in his room, staring up at the ceiling, while the first broadcast of the day played in the background; sometimes he really did wonder if he had dreamed the whole night's events, but then he would try to get up, and his body would usually tell him otherwise.

Today he'd been left especially sore - there were fresh bandages on his shoulder and around his neck, and he had been engaged in a heated fight not too long ago - but there was at least one high note: his elbow brace was nowhere to be seen. It might have been damaged in his battle with his shadow without his notice, or perhaps the required period of "recovery" had been attained - either way, it was gone. FinallyAn interrogation of his nurse

[repelling]

Though a futile effort, Uryuu couldn't help but fight night's end, his mind resisting the pull, seeking control, struggling to focus on the words crackling through his radio. When he woke, without ever having closed his eyes, he assessed. He reached with bandaged fingers for his glasses, sat up, and suppressed a wince as pain shot along his arms. Left fingers, right upper and lower arm: the bandaged roach bite, the cut over palm, wrist, and arm. Wrapped with proper bandages, not his ripped shirt. Uryuu wiggled his fingers and stretched. It hurt, but not terribly; he could function without betraying it

[spandexorgtfo]

Kratos would have vastly preferred to post a note inquiring after Ishida's health and leave things as they were once he received an answer in the affirmative, but perhaps the two of them were now meant to share some strange bond over mutual suffering (or something to that effect) that necessitated actual face-to-face contact.

He inclined his head in response to the unspoken question on Ishida's face and swallowed his bite of waffle. "Good morning." The greeting was returned easily, his voice as smooth and even as it had ever been.

And it appeared that his hypothesis was holding water: Ishida had not immediately jumped on him with excessive concern, and seemed to be rather masterfully acting as if nothing had happened last night other than an irritating nighttime chill.

"I'll make sure to delay my departure by a few minutes tonight, then; my room number is M20." So early in the day, and they were already discussing the night's agenda - but then, it wasn't as if the day was used for anything else around here.

[repelling]

If asked, Uryuu would have denied a concern for Kratos-san's well-being. If asked, he would have noted the absurdity of such a worry, given that the man had suffered no further physical injuries following the cockroach attack. Insofar as other injuries, the type not addressed or ever acknowledged -- had they not been stopped at a spot of positivity? But, he did not expect any such question. Though no great reader of other people, Uryuu understand that much about the man already.

Even with his stiff, restricted fingers, Uryuu made quick work of the waffle. Quick and meticulous. "Noted," he said, and that was all he said. He did not reciprocate with his room number, as this was hardly an agreement to work together again, or any number of unspecified future nights. It would be noted, both mentally and in his journal.

First, however, he began to eat the waffle. Square by square, chewing slowly. After the first two, he took a sip of water. "Of course," he then elaborated, "it will be only to pass along your cloak." In other words, they

[windsome]

... Uhg.

That, Yukari found, was the only good way she could summarize how she felt that morning upon waking up. Simple and to the point, and not to mention the first word to slip out of her mouth when she was forced awake, thanks to a nurse rather noisily coming into the room she was asleep in (and god, it hadn’t been a full twenty-four hours yet and she was already getting sick of seeing them). For some reason Yukari had felt as though she didn’t get nearly as much sleep as she needed, though her immediate thought following that one was along the lines of ‘probably because I was up all night-’

Only, she couldn’t have been if she wound up rolling around in these sheets again, face in a pillow, and desperately wanting at least five more minutes. Maybe she had just imagined the whole thing; that wouldn’t have been weird, right? Yukari hadn’t thought it was unusual for her mind to come up with all sorts of strange things when she was already in this indescribable situation as it were, and really, while some impossible things were

[flashyaudacity]

Going to bed last night instead of going out had been, Kaito thought, a good idea. Sure, he hadn't gotten much (or anything) done because of it, but he woke feeling refreshed. It was actually kind of nice not to do anything at night sometimes: between running around as Kid and dodging police at home and running around dodging detectives (whether as Kid or not), he had been getting tired. Worn out. This place may have sucked, but the break from the old routine that it afforded (only sometimes!) wasn't that bad.

Even if the new routine was pretty dull, at least during the day.

Kaito was in good enough a mood upon waking that he decided to chat with his nurse on the way to the cafeteria-it was just smalltalk, really: asking what the weather was like, which rooms would be available today, or even cracking a joke that had elicited a brief giggle from the woman. She let him see to gathering his breakfast on his own, after letting him know that she was so very pleased to see him in high spirits

[windsome]

It didn't take long before Yukari's mind began drifting off elsewhere entirely, especially since she hadn't been distracted by watching everyone else around, going through what had to be some morning routine like it was the normal thing to do. She might have questioned it, too, if she hadn't been thinking about everything else.

It didn't last, however, when her line of thinking had suddenly been interrupted by someone calling out her name-- her actual one, this time, which was enough for her to jerk her head upwards to face whoever it had been

[flashyaudacity]

Kaito glanced down at his breakfast, and picked up a fork and knife to cut into his waffles. Yukari had reacted kind of strangely-she was usually quicker to greet him in reply-but maybe it really had been a rough morning and an equally rough morning. Maybe she really wasn't as fine as she claimed.

Then again, she was still here... While he was glad to see her, he couldn't deny that she'd be a lot more 'fine' if she was back home... Her real home, not whatever it was that the people here claimed was home.

"You may have already heard, but your roommate posted a note on the bulletin board a while ago," Kaito continued, looking back up at Yukari. "Said that you'd been 'released'. But since you're obviously still here, I guess she was wrong."

With that, he speared the piece of cut waffles with his fork and ate it.

[itneverwas]

The wounds that the creature defined by light had inflicted upon his body had already been tended to, Xemnas noticed after he awoke. No more blood clung to the skin around his wounds, instead replaced by white bandages. The shirt, too, was no longer tattered and bloody

[bitpartgod]

Kibitoshin was still shaking when he woke up. Shaking, and nauseous. The night had ended with a blurr of adrenalin and tension that fell into a horrible, sick darkness that lingered in the back of his throat as he got up to pull on slippers with numb clumsiness, as though he couldn't quite feel the tips of his fingers

[itneverwas]

Thankfully, Xemnas hadn't been anywhere near on choking on his breakfast or spilling his drink over the greys that made up the patient uniform, though it would have doubtlessly been a remarkable yet rare sight had any of the Nobody's subordinates been present. Instead, he was as calm as ever. "It would be wise to watch your step, Kibitoshin," he commented simply before taking a sip of his juice. His words contained no annoyance or anything of the sort. If anything, it was spoken as a mere observation.

The hopeful look didn't escape his notice, and neither did the man's seemingly troubled mood. Xemnas saw no particular reason to deny this man a seat, however, so he made a fluid gesture towards the vacant seat beside him.

"I would not mind," he spoke.

[bitpartgod]

There it was again, that casual confidence that made Kibitoshin blush to his roots with self-consciousness. This was exactly the sort of thing the shadow had been talking about: stumbling around like an idiot all the time. It was just lucky that Xemnas was the calm sort- he doubted Franziska would have taken so well to someone interrupting her breakfast like that, which really would have been the last thing he needed this morning. Then again, maybe that would have been better. He certainly needed to be shouted at.

"Thank you, sorry again," he mumbled quickly, taking a seat while he tried to control his reaction. Goodness. Even for him this was terrible. He forced himself to look up, swallowing down his embarrassment before it really took over. "S-sorry. I've just been a little bit distracted."

He paused. Then again, Xemnas had never been unfair to him. A little scary, yes, but he didn't seem like he meant to be intimidating- more like he just woke up every morning like it. Maybe... "Um... Xemnas? Could I ask you for some advice?" It

[theroadsofar]

What was that supposed to mean, Sam wasn't human?

It was those goddamn black eyes. Maybe it was a gut instinct kinda thing, but Dean couldn't kid himself, plain and simple: they creeped him the hell out. Reminded him an awful lot of that time when that bitch Meg had possessed the kid, except this wasn't the same and maybe that was a whole lot harder to take. He'd seen the anti-possession tattoo himself, nevermind the way his brother had walked over all those salt lines without any problems and he wasn't rocking those yellow-eyes, so...

So basically Dean was at a loss. He'd seen the way Sam looked at that - that thing they'd run into

[poorexample]

Still not accustomed to the act of waking up, Castiel tried to blink his eyes open slowly, that sensation of them sticking closed being enough that he pulled an arm up to rub at them. However, that only caused the pain in his shoulder from that gunshot wound to spike up, waking him up completely.

Carefully, he sat up in bed, glancing down at his body. Or rather, Jimmy's body. That had been drilled back into his head last night, and the oddity of that whole situation hadn't completely left him

[theroadsofar]

Okay, y'know what? He was going to straight-up murder Sam in his sleep.

Dean couldn't believe what he was seeing when he'd turned around (again) to try to find his brother. Sam just sauntered in like nothing was different, taking his sweet time, and while that was bad enough, what happened next made Dean stiffen in his seat, staring. That was crap. Instead of heading right over to his table to talk over last night like Sam was supposed to, the kid was instead making a beeline for Ruby and yeah, he got she was hot and had that whole badass hunter chick thing going on, but really? Dean was all for Sam getting laid. God knew he didn't get some nearly as much as he should, far as Dean was concerned. But there was a time and place and Dean was about two seconds from picking up his tray, marching right over and parking himself there, Ruby or not.

So yeah. All he needed to do was murder Sam in his sleep and maybe he'd feel better. Maybe

[poorexample]

While Castiel had noticed the way that Dean had been about to move somewhere else, it looked like he'd decided to sit back down. He didn't know if the human had been trying to get away from him or if he'd been considering relocating for some other reason, but it hardly seemed to matter. Either way, he wasn't going to let himself think too hard on it. What mattered now was that Dean was even speaking to him, and not with the intense amount of suspicion that Sam had given him two days ago