Day 56: Bus 3

[rocksthecourt]

Waking carried a sense of disappointment along with it for the first time in a long time. Klavier actually sighed in irritation when he realized where he was. Damn it all. So they hadn't managed to move quickly enough to cover as much ground as they had hoped. It was a shame, really. Last night had actually proven to be relatively productive. If

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[mirthfulness]

"Whoa."

This was already the second time Gamzee had woken up staring at the same ceiling with the same surprised utter. He didn't remember being knocked out, but he obviously had been. And... fed at the same time? There was that pie feeling again, and he was so far in the zone he didn't realize there was a soldier dressing him for the day until he was pulling a dark hoodie over his head and handing him a paper sack.

...Shit, what were these colors he was dressed in and why did the hoodie have to be over them? He tugged up the sleeves as they walked outside, staring at the rainbow pattern on the long-sleeved shirt underneath and watching how it moved against the shifting patterns of the crowd in front of him as he went. There were letters on his shirt too, lit up in false flames, but he had no idea what the initials ICP stood for

[notachick]

When Okita opened his eyes, he felt an ache in his chest and it wasn't the usual kind. This was a knot of frustration that only built the longer he stared up at the dull white ceiling. Another night spent waiting for someone who showed up late and cost them progression. Tardiness in the Shinsengumi was punished severely, but what could he do here? These people weren't the Shinsengumi. Maybe they simply couldn't be relied upon, or maybe he was simply too soft on them. If Homura were here, he

[mirthfulness]

Suddenly there was a new voice out of nowhere. As no one had yet sat down beside him, Gamzee took a good long look at his muffin just to make sure his food wasn't talking to him. It wasn't was it? That would just be fucked up. It was another moment before the figure standing over him registered and he blinked up at Okita through a heavy-lidded gaze

[notachick]

Well, this new face was certainly an interesting one. Okita tilted his head as the boy looked first at his muffin and then up at him, as if he'd thought it was the food talking to him. The almost sleepy expression on his face told Okita what he needed to know though. Either the boy wasn't a morning person or he was drugged for some reason or another. Whichever it was, Okita didn't mind and he smiled pleasantly regardless of the weird words coming out of the stranger's mouth and the way he cursed. Yuffie had taught him not to blink an eye at strange words

[mirthfulness]

"Gamzee." As in his name. It only seemed right to return it when given. "Nah, motherfucker, go ahead. It's not as if I could be all about to be stoppin' you if you done set your mind to get your sit on. I'm all motherfuckin' glad to be kickin' it with some new faces in this setting."

It had been confusing for him last night, certainly, but then things were confusing to him a lot of the time and he just rolled with it. "Shit, bro, I can't even all get my remember on for when I up and zoned the fuck out last night, but then I was kickin' back on that springy square again like shit didn't even happen. What's even up with that?" He'd call it a miracle, but he wasn't really sure if it was a good thing or a bad thing that it had happened.

He didn't seem much phased by it, whatever the case, and was soon back to munching on the provided muffin. It couldn't be too bad of a place if they were being supplied with good food. Now if only he could get one of them to supply him with some wicked elixir...