Nightshift 35: M61-70 Hallway
The announcement screeched on and off twice, once for the Doctor and once for Martin Landel. He didn't seem to give the patients any clues tonight though, other than his usual taunting and hints that he was omnipotent. He wasn't though. The Radio People had power as well and it didn't sit well with Okita how no one was actually sharing any with the rats in the maze. Guy was getting ready to go, so Okita did the same. He shed his Institute clothing and dressed himself in his yukata, still wincing slightly as he pulled the obi tight around him. He hid a few pens in his sleeve nonetheless.
Guy was not fortunate enough to receive his old clothes, but perhaps that wouldn't put him at too much of a tactical disadvantage. Western clothing still didn't sit right on Okita. When he fought, it pulled at his knees and slowed him down. He preferred the openness of his yukata or even the wide legs of his hakama over pants and slacks. Even the t-shirts were tight. Once he was dressed, he looked over in time to see Guy leaving with a meat cleaver instead of his old weapon. Good to see that his roommate was upgrading. "Yes, I'll see you tomorrow."
It was a promise, a thin one, but a promise nonetheless. They would meet each other again and they'd have another dinner together. Okita would survive through the night and the day. Now he had to. Waving to Guy, Okita started toward the bed when he suddenly felt his chest constrict and he faltered, coughing. It wasn't hard, more like something got caught in his throat, but the action didn't exactly help his broken ribs and the wound in his side. Gritting his teeth through the pain, he sat down on the bed and tried to ride it out so Guy wouldn't see.
Guy was not fortunate enough to receive his old clothes, but perhaps that wouldn't put him at too much of a tactical disadvantage. Western clothing still didn't sit right on Okita. When he fought, it pulled at his knees and slowed him down. He preferred the openness of his yukata or even the wide legs of his hakama over pants and slacks. Even the t-shirts were tight. Once he was dressed, he looked over in time to see Guy leaving with a meat cleaver instead of his old weapon. Good to see that his roommate was upgrading. "Yes, I'll see you tomorrow."
It was a promise, a thin one, but a promise nonetheless. They would meet each other again and they'd have another dinner together. Okita would survive through the night and the day. Now he had to. Waving to Guy, Okita started toward the bed when he suddenly felt his chest constrict and he faltered, coughing. It wasn't hard, more like something got caught in his throat, but the action didn't exactly help his broken ribs and the wound in his side. Gritting his teeth through the pain, he sat down on the bed and tried to ride it out so Guy wouldn't see.