Day 59: Sun Room (4th Shift)

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After an intercom broadcast like that, Kurogane felt somewhat better about the little information he'd gotten from Harrington the previous night. The man only sounded competent when he needed to but was an idiot otherwise. Unfortunately that was furthered proof of the General not employing the brightest of staff members, making another option for

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After lunch Badou made a b-line for the sun room. There was still no sign of Alle, but that was fine. In a few hours he could check his room. He was probably asleep. There was no reason to get all worked up about it just yet. Both Badou himself and Alkaid had disappeared for upwards of a week before they showed up again, so this was... nothing to get worked up about. Everything was a-ok. Fretting over it wasn't actually gonna help somehow anyway

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Daemon wandered into the sunroom after lunch, his hands tucked casually in the pockets of his uniform. This was closer to what he normally wore at home, rather than the institute's former outfit, but it was still something to get used to. Just like everything else. Besides, the stiff uniform was much less comfortable than what he was accustomed to from home. At least the bright side was that the demented smiley was gone

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Badou was going to take this as further proof that he could never catch a break. Heine got plenty of uninterrupted talking-to-yourself-like-a-crazy-person time, and the first time he tried it around here someone actually heard him. Maybe he just wasn't intimidating enough or something. He'd get some wannabe punk haircut and glue paper spikes to his regulation boots next time he got the chance.

"Mind your own damn business," He muttered. "Can't a man talk to himself in the privacy of his own couch?"

He'd planted his ass in it and that was as good as any flag or private pillow fort, right? Mostly he was just dodging around any real explanation. He didn't recognize the voice, so he had no obligation to play nice, but he sat up a little anyway. There was something vaguely familiar about this guy, aside from being ridiculously good-looking. (Landel had a fetish. He was convinced.)

"I've seen you somewhere before." Whether that was around here or on the cover of some raunchy bodice-ripper he couldn't quite tell.

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Instead of being offended, Daemon bit back a smirk, leaning on the back of the couch and peering down at the man instead. "I suppose he can, but then the staff really will think you're crazy," he pointed out with faint amusement, looking almost cheerful about the fact that the man had snarled at him.

At the statement, he inclined his head in agreement. "You looked familiar as well. I've been here a while, we might have passed one another before, although I don't think we've officially met. Daemon Sadi."

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Badou flopped back into his previous position, tucked the notebook away and laced his fingers behind his head. He grinned at the comment. "What are they gonna do, throw me in an asylum?"

Since he wasn't getting anything done today after all, he wasn't altogether opposed to company. It was rare enough to see a familiar face. Besides, the last male supermodel he'd met turned out the be a terrorist who flew giant robots and took out zombies with his bare hands, so he wasn't in the business of underestimating anyone around here.

"Yeah, that's probably it. Badou Nails." He nodded once in greeting. "So, how long is a while?"

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"I suppose it is a little late for that, isn't it?" Daemon agreed, laughing. He remained leaned against the back of the sofa, arms crossed as he slouched with casual grace, comfortable for the moment. "They could make you wear the smiley again?"

He actually did recognize the name. "I think I saw notes from you a few times on the board," he commented, trying to think of a particular instance and failing at the moment. "And the answer to that is a little complicated. I had about three weeks, but then I slept through some following ones somehow. No doubt with some assistance. When I woke up again, several weeks had passed. Not a whole lot of familiar faces left around, either. Probably why yours caught my eye."

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Badou snorted. Though he wasn't sure which one he preferred, at least the uniform wasn't constantly happy to see him. "Hey, if they wanted sanity they'd let me keep my goddamn cigarettes. And, you know, change the monster diet to dry kibbles instead of the most delicious-looking part of my ass

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"Yeah, that would be the biggest complaint in the change of power I've heard," Daemon chuckled dryly, glancing about the room. He was certainly fed up with whatever those in charge were passing off as 'nutritious' now. "I'd almost wish Landel back for a chance at real food I didn't have to gag down." Then again, at least they were still being fedAnother laugh at Badou's quip and Daemon paused, giving the man a thorough once-over with intent golden eyes, just to play along. "Well. That's certainly helping me stay," he commented, voice thick with amusement. It was all in play, and he realized after he said it, Badou might take that the wrong way, but it was a little late now, so he waited to see how the man would react with it out there. Something told him this one could give as well as he got and it had been a while since Daemon had had entertaining banter

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Badou sighed almost wistfully. "Ain't that the truth. I thought everyone stopped eating pink chalk in kindergarten." Which was as close as he could come to determining the flavour of their current menu. "I remember when the biggest complaint was the lack of tea and fish."

Landel had even put up a suggestions box once, and Badou had no doubt it was full of many creative variations of Go fuck yourself and then get us some goddamn tea. Green will suffice.He had been kidding about the good looks and charm bit and he figured that was pretty obvious, but he'd only just met Daemon and he wasn't entirely sure whether he was serious or just playing along. He shifted a little under the intensity of that gaze and moved his hands from behind his head to rest against his stomach instead. Still, he wasn't gonna be the first to bow out

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Daemon couldn't help but laugh at that. Tea and fish, oh yes, he remembered hearing complaints about that. Both Renji and Ren had talked about their country's food frequently. "Are you from Japan?" he asked in wry amusement, glancing down in interest once more.

When Badou carried on the game, humor lit Daemon's gaze and he gave the man a slow, sensual smile. It had been a while since he'd met someone who could dish it back and Badou's reply had a laugh tickling at the back of his throat, desperate to get out. "I've been told I have that effect. At least we can be mutually charming."

There. He actually managed to get that out with a straight face. Of course, that didn't last long and a chuckle escaped him anyway, unable to hold it back any longer.

At the serious question, he managed a nod. "Most of it, I think. Or at least most of what there is to know among us. I actually spoke to one of the soldiers last night, he was up in the Chapel. Despite the coup, Landel's still got some power here. Aguilar's not very happy about it."

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Badou shook his head at the question. "Nah, Germany. I'm not interested in tea leaves unless I can roll 'em up and smoke 'em - which is a bad idea and don't even ask how I know." He certainly hadn't tried it at some sad point in his life

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He had never heard of Germany, but thought it must be from Ren and Renji's world, if Badou recognized Japan. How many Japans could there be? When Badou asked him in return, Daemon chuckled and gave a one-shouldered shrug. "No where you've probably heard of. There's no Japan or Germany in my world, although I've learned of them here. There's only three Realms where I come from. The Light Realm, the Dark Realm, and Hell. I was in the Dark Realm - Kaeleer - when I was brought here