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Day 71: Morning, Farwell
Who: Brook, Scarecrow
Where: Section #4, Courthouse
Summary: After his first day in a new place, Brook is adjusting to the new lifestyle in a strange way, helping some when another new arrival awakens for the first time.
If he continued to remind himself enough, eventually he'd be able to believe that things would be all right in the end. That's what Brook had decided after finding that morning that he was still away from the Institute and still short of one afro. Leaving the institute hadn't seemed possible at one time, yet he was able to accept that change without too much difficulty. He'd faced worse in Thriller Bark with monsters out constantly, and this Farwell seemed calm enough. As for the matter of his hair, he had no choice but to accept that for what it was.
Had he still been a skeleton without the ability to age, not even the most deadly of sea kings would have been able to stop him from finding the one who'd taken it! Yet with skin, he could age. His hair could grow back. And even if it didn't, Laboon would recognize him if he looked like this now, afro'd or not. Brook wasn't going to postpone meeting his friend after so many years just because he was waiting for his hair to grow back in after all!
It all made sense, in some horrible way, and some good reminders never hurt anyone.
"It'll grow back," he muttered once more, scratching at his short curls and watching the bed across the room.
Someone else had arrived there during the night, and Marc had asked Brook to watch him in case he came around while Marc was out. Brook still didn't know much about what he should say to someone who, he'd been warned, would be as confused as he'd been the day prior, but if all else failed the musician would be sure to cheer him up. He'd only lost his hair after all, not his voice!
Where: Section #4, Courthouse
Summary: After his first day in a new place, Brook is adjusting to the new lifestyle in a strange way, helping some when another new arrival awakens for the first time.
If he continued to remind himself enough, eventually he'd be able to believe that things would be all right in the end. That's what Brook had decided after finding that morning that he was still away from the Institute and still short of one afro. Leaving the institute hadn't seemed possible at one time, yet he was able to accept that change without too much difficulty. He'd faced worse in Thriller Bark with monsters out constantly, and this Farwell seemed calm enough. As for the matter of his hair, he had no choice but to accept that for what it was.
Had he still been a skeleton without the ability to age, not even the most deadly of sea kings would have been able to stop him from finding the one who'd taken it! Yet with skin, he could age. His hair could grow back. And even if it didn't, Laboon would recognize him if he looked like this now, afro'd or not. Brook wasn't going to postpone meeting his friend after so many years just because he was waiting for his hair to grow back in after all!
It all made sense, in some horrible way, and some good reminders never hurt anyone.
"It'll grow back," he muttered once more, scratching at his short curls and watching the bed across the room.
Someone else had arrived there during the night, and Marc had asked Brook to watch him in case he came around while Marc was out. Brook still didn't know much about what he should say to someone who, he'd been warned, would be as confused as he'd been the day prior, but if all else failed the musician would be sure to cheer him up. He'd only lost his hair after all, not his voice!