[In Progress]

[kazama_kuroo]

Title: Wasting Time
Characters: Black Jack, anybody who wants to join
Location: Somewhere outside Malaise (FREEZE TO DEATH? WHAT IS THIS 'FREEZE TO DEATH' YOU SPEAK OF?)
Rating: PG-13 in case of verbal outrage?
Summary: Was he really accomplishing anything here?
Date/Time: Day 19/Free Time

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[kazama_kuroo]

"Tsk, tsk... Stealing, of all things?" That didn't exactly give him credit in his book. From another patient, even. As if this place wasn't falling apart enough...

He was pretty sure this man wouldn't give them up so easily, but nevertheless, he held his hand out to him. Gods knew if it had been the other staff who caught him, they would have dragged him into some kind of sadistic disciplinary ... ritual. He didn't know exactly what they did (and why they did it) but the cries and screams he heard once in a while - and they certainly weren't just nightmare-induced, he'd had hundreds of patients - were proof enough to him.

"If you please?"

CAN'T GET RID OF ME THAT EASY MWAHAHAHA.

[cmdr_pinstripes]

"I'd rather not," the brunette replied. "And, for the record, these actually are mine--before was what's called sarcasm." He shot a slightly amused look down at the apparently not mute blue-haired kid. "I wouldn't actually steal someone else's dog tags--that'd be rather stupid."

Aaaand back to Pearl-Two. "I'm here on my own accord, not for some violent act of crazy state-side, so me having these is really only a danger to myself--and, considering, I really doubt you care about that. I only keep them because of sentimental value, so," he tucked them back down his turtle neck, "I'd appreciate it if I got to keep them, and their existence stayed between the three of us."

oh my, it lives :o

[hollowine]

Aren't you funny. Zexion gazed back at the other man with a flat look, not at all amused. This hardly seemed a time to be joking.

It wouldn't exactly be fair if this man was allowed to keep the chains if nobody else in the asylum was, whether or not he turned himself in. Zexion himself had arrived at Malaise willfully enough, but he was treated no different from the people put here by force or as a way to get out of jail. Honestly, the tall male had some nerve to think he could just break the rules like that, but the smaller boy fell to silence once more, letting Black Jack take care of it. Not without giving the brunette in front of him a cross glare, however.

At least, he was pretty sure that the doctor would protest to this - it was rather obvious that even if the man had no malicious intent with them, another patient could take them off him and use them for their own deeds. Couldn't he just keep the tags and give the chain away? His stubbornness was merely annoying.

[kazama_kuroo]

Figured as much.

"As much as I would like to believe so, rules are rules, and in this case, it is a rule that actually has some merit to it." Oh, he would know -- he'd had his own share of breaking more rules than he could count. Now, if they knew that he didn't have his license...

"Unless you will tell me that even the chains are as sentimental to you?" he said, propping his chin on his fingers, looking curious. It wasn't bending the rules, really, so it was a good alternative. This Torn person seemed smart enough to know.

[cmdr_pinstripes]

"I'd rather not lose them," he replied. "And I'd rather they weren't stolen. This is the easiest way to keep them on my person without either happening. Besides," slate eyes thinned, "would you really let me keep the chain if it did hold sentimental value?"

Really, he could say it did, considering it was the same chain he'd had for years. The dog-tags had come on this chain. But...well, it was foolish to think this man would let it slide just for that. Still, Torn would fight for these. What little he had...

[hollowine]

"If they mean that much to you, I should say you would not lose them." Zexion argued passively, shrugging. Rules were rules, and he was glad that Black Jack was being reasonable about this; he wasn't letting the stubborn man get away with this, but he wasn't being completely harsh either. Really, he was the only one of the staff that Zexion thought he could respect.

Why would a chain hold sentimental value? That was preposterous, but the smaller boy held his tongue once more. No sense in getting on anyone's bad side, even if he found himself disliking the tall man in front of him.

At least he didn't seem quite as irritable now, though the look on his face was quite menacing. Zexion didn't feel as nervous as he had before, but that didn't mean he would move away from Black Jack, or anything. It was better not to chance these things.