A lone figure sat slumped over a cafeteria table, barely moving a muscle. The events of the morning had drained Fuyuki's spirit and he couldn't even summon the energy to eat his lunch. All around him other the students went to and fro, enjoying their shallow friendships and pointless conversations... Just listening to them made him sick. From the corner of one eye, he spied the foreigner from earlier; Parker, was it? And there was Cole, looking bland as ever... A pair of siblings caught his eye too, cocooned in their own little sickeningly sweet world... Tag them as incestuous, he thought cynically. Imouto moe, was it? Then again the sister looked a bit older; perhaps she was just a brocon. It wasn't his concern anyway, not yet at least. He would eventually have a client begging information on one or the other, but that was for another day; today he simply could not be fucked.
After ten long minutes, the diminutive figure hauled himself upright with a ragged sigh. He would get no rest here... Nurse's office, he concluded glumly. The only place where he could rest in peace. As he slouched toward the exit, his eyes roved the hall, taking in minor details here and there; more habit than anything else. One scene, marginally more entertaining than the rest, drew his attention as he passed. A pair of girls seemed to be having some altercation involving... groping someone's face..? As far as he could tell? Well, he mused. If faces were the only things being touched up in this school, then I wouldn't get any business. Fuyuki's birth defect prevented him from laughing, but he still made his distinctive throaty kakaka in amusement, reminiscing over all the scandals he had exposed since enrolling... Yamaku's attendees may have been disabled, but they were still normal, hormonal teenagers; the amount of lust and sexual backstabbery onsite was hilarious. Well... maybe not for those he had exposed for their infidelity, but that was just business. By the time he came back to himself, Fuyuki had been on autopilot for a while and was just arriving at the nursing annex building. It was a bit disturbing that he had been lost in thought for so long, especially on that particular subject... It wasn't as though he had any experience anyway.
The head nurse was, as always in his office and gave Fuyuki a little grin as he entered. 'Ah, Todoroki! How's my little informant doing? Still using your CPAP machine?' They chatted for a while, discussing Fuyuki's condition and trading tidbits of information. The nurse had a habit of recruiting students to keep an eye on others, ostensibly to ensure that they kept up with their medication and exercise; Fuyuki suspected it had as much to do with the man's nosy nature as anything. When he asked to have a quick nap, the nurse warned him of another student resting after an accident that morning; no details, but Fuyuki wasn't much in the mood to care anyway.
The infirmary beds were set out in a fairly standard pattern, with curtains for privacy and a good amount of space between them. Two beds were uncurtained and a young girl lay on one, highly distinctive with her unusual hair and... cat ears? While he quite liked the combination, he had always thought it would look better on a boy than a girl... Deciding not to disturb her, Fuyuki clambered up onto the other bed as quietly as possible; no easy feat for someone barely taller than the mattress. For a time silence reigned as he tried to get comfortable, but those ears kept pulling at his gaze... He wanted to ask where she had bought them, what they felt like... and if he could try them on... But there was no way in Hell he could do that, surely. Unless... He propped himself up and leaned over, typing away at his PDA. 'Excuse me, are you awake?' He used feminine speech as much as possible, something that he had long since perfected. 'Would you mind if I look at those ears? They are so adorable...'
