The kitchen, during mid-morning, was nicely empty. It was the golden time of day between the early risers getting up and foraging for their breakfast and those who tended to sleep in shuffling in for whatever was left over.
Nnoitra liked this time of day. It got Szayel's bright and early morning-person attitude out of the way and it was before the usual rabble descended on them to make noise and disturb the peace before going out to do whatever it was they did.
The peace, mercifully, had not been disturbed yet, and so he sat at the table, the day's newspaper in front of him courtesy of Nel, and a pen in his long fingers. He didn't often do the paper's crossword, he generally considered it boring, but some of the Sound kids had booked the training centre, so he couldn't go and kill time there.
They were welcome to it though. The weather machine affected both the training centre and the grounds and, right now, rain was lashing against the back door hard enough to rattle it in its frame. He smirked slightly as he imagined the sandy floor of the training grounds turning slick and muddy underfoot.
"Nine down," he said, narrowing his eye. "'Autonomous Jyllandi City State', two words... four seven."
He wasn't sure of that one. He doubted that the Ryoka scientist, who was seated a bit away from him at the table and reading a different newspaper, knew either. Luppi could sometimes help, but the little shit had scuttled off somewhere an hour ago and not come back. If Szayel knew, he expected that he'd pipe up with his usual air of superiority, just to piss him off.
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Nnoitra liked this time of day. It got Szayel's bright and early morning-person attitude out of the way and it was before the usual rabble descended on them to make noise and disturb the peace before going out to do whatever it was they did.
The peace, mercifully, had not been disturbed yet, and so he sat at the table, the day's newspaper in front of him courtesy of Nel, and a pen in his long fingers. He didn't often do the paper's crossword, he generally considered it boring, but some of the Sound kids had booked the training centre, so he couldn't go and kill time there.
They were welcome to it though. The weather machine affected both the training centre and the grounds and, right now, rain was lashing against the back door hard enough to rattle it in its frame. He smirked slightly as he imagined the sandy floor of the training grounds turning slick and muddy underfoot.
"Nine down," he said, narrowing his eye. "'Autonomous Jyllandi City State', two words... four seven."
He wasn't sure of that one. He doubted that the Ryoka scientist, who was seated a bit away from him at the table and reading a different newspaper, knew either. Luppi could sometimes help, but the little shit had scuttled off somewhere an hour ago and not come back. If Szayel knew, he expected that he'd pipe up with his usual air of superiority, just to piss him off.