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Who: Madara/Tobi, Dilandau
Where: The Alpha Omega Research Centre
When: A few hours after Dilandau's breakdown in the wake of Gilbert's disappearance/death
Summary: Dilandau is lonely, he needs a friend.
Rating: R
Other: Does this mean Madara needs a pair of dog ears?

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How unexpected, the stamping of a soldier's boots instead of the light tapping of scientists' shoes. The smell reached him before the door even opened. The smell of fire, the most familiar element, like an old friend. And as it turned out, his visitor, too, was an old friend. That military boy who yearned to watch the world burn. His most entertaining playmate.

Madara was sitting as he usually did, legs stretched out across the bed and back up against the wall. There was little else to do these days but sit just like that, bored out of his mind. He was getting to be pretty damn predictable. Like a statue. But he moved, head tilting in the direction of the open door. "Oh man, now I'm hungry," he uttered. "That smells like it was some delicious barbecue you just came from. Got any leftover hotdogs?"

He wasn't even going to bother asking what the hell this guy was doing here now. If they intended to drag him out to some execution, he'd kill this skinny fucker with his bare hands. Blind or not, the kid wasn't much of a match for Madara

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A half-hearted giggle answered his comment, "I'm sorry, I didn't know they weren't feeding you. I guess I should have suspected though." The Albino, kicked the door shut violently behind him, clanking forward as his body swayed. A small hum accompanied his approach as armoured fingers dug in once more to his cheek. "These scientists, no idea how to treat a guest

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"It's okay, I have to watch my figure anyway," Madara sighed, smoothing his hands down the sides of his robe. Of course, he wasn't gaining any weight in this place, but he sure was losing muscle just lying around. Too bad the kid was only stopping by now that Madara looked completely unimpressive. He'd always enjoyed Dilandau's hero-worship.

Given that the door was closed and the kid was now sitting on his bed, Madara guessed this wasn't going to be an execution day after all. How disappointing. Life would continue on at this boring, plodding pace. He faced the boy and reached up to brush his messy, tangled hair back with his fingers. "Right?" he agreed with a crooked grin. "It's pretty pathetic to end up in this place. I'm a little embarrassed."

He gestured vaguely at the room. "I don't get a lot of guests. I'd offer tea or something, but who knows where the hell they keep the tea around here?"

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"Mmmhmm... such a shame." He tilted his head, fascinated at the way Tobi seemed to look at him despite his blindness... or was it Madara, that was the name on file, right? That was a question that begged an answer, but right now he wavered on how to broach an offer. "What happened to your eyes?" His voice lowered to a sympathetic croon that bordered just on the right side of not being mocking.

He'd always assumed Tobi to be blind in one eye at least from his mask design, but both... someone had beaten him, someone had put him here and Dilandau felt a vague thrill at the idea of finding who they were and making them into a charred corpse or pile of ashes. Maybe one, then the other. Cracking bones in their legs under his Guymelef's heel before arcing down the flamethrowers...

He was getting distracted again, he forced his back ramrod straight, fighting for focus and the soldier's discipline again.