Stuffy and Eluuna's 1 on 1!

(Ah! I'm so excited!)

Poppy lay on her back on the bed again, looking up at the ceiling. Although her stomach growled, she wasn't looking forward to lunch.

"Ugh.." she groaned, squeezing the bridge of her nose. She debated skipping, but then shook her head. She had no reason to be nervous, right? It was just a conversation that they had had.

 

Poppy finally stood up and went to her door. Lunch was in ten minutes. She might as well get it over with. Taking a deep breath, she stepped out into the hallway.

(I don't have any specific plans where to go with the plot right now, but I can figure some stuff out if you'd like! Do you have any ideas?)

 

(Alrighty! In that case, I'm thinking that Poppy and Francis become instrumental in the war effort somehow? Maybe they have to go to various nations and convince them to side with their country? Or maybe the scouts are from the Caedis, so since Poppy and Francis blew up their main headquarters, the mission becomes a little more focused on destroying their other bases?)

Poppy entered the dining room, where members of the staff had already begun to sit down.

"Ah, Poppy!" one of the officials called out to her. It took her a moment to recognize the man. It was one of her lab partners, an elderly man named James, but dubbed "Phos" after an incident involving red phosphorus and potassium chlorate. It gave Poppy a surge of relief to see a familiar face.

"Hey Phos," she said, walking up to him. "It's good to see you."

"Likewise, my dear," the man said warmly. "I'm glad you made it out of that place. Sit down, sit down. If I've heard correctly, you and your friend Mr. Craw are to tell your story of your time within those woods."

"There's not much to tell, unfortunately," she said, shrugging. "A lot of waiting, and a lot of knot tying."

Phos clicked his tongue.

"Pah, I'm sure it's more than that. Speaking of which, where is your companion?"

"Francis? I'm not sure. He may have fallen asleep or something."

In that moment, a messenger had been sent to fetch Francis, and she knocked on his door.

"Mr. Craw! Lunch is starting in just a few minutes. Should I alert them and tell them you won't be coming?"

 

(Okay!)

"No worries!" the girl said, leading him down the hallway. "Right this way."

The dining hall was a hub of noise and activity. Some agents grabbed a muffin or a biscuit and turned on their heel to leave, clearly having more important things to do. Others sat down, planning to stay a while. Poppy was sitting next to Phos, listening to a story he was telling her.

 

(I'm thinking that the tables are small enough for them to converse if they're sitting across from each other, right?)

Poppy didn't notice Francis at first. She rested her head on her hand as Phos turned to talk to another agent, her eyelids closing momentarily. She seemed tired, although that was understandable. Neither of them had a lot of sleep during their time in the forest.

Her eyes flickered open, and they landed on Francis. She stared at him blankly before glaring at him teasingly, referencing the stunt he had pulled earlier.

 

"You are dead to me," she replied, squinting at him. "That was awful."

 

(OH MY GOD STUFFY MCPATCH THAT IS A HECKIN' WORK OF ART)

"We're in public," she said smoothly. "I'm not going to kill you in public."

 

(IT IS SO GOOD)

"Just you wait," she muttered. "The instant we get out of here, you're dead."

 

"Serves you right," Poppy said, raising an eyebrow. "What meds do they have you on?"

 

Poppy raised an eyebrow.

"Night medication, eh?" she asked."Loopy medication?"