❦Cassian❦
Upon waking, he felt... nothing.
Naturally.
There was nothing to feel. Yet, of course. Cassian lay face-up on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. If he waited long enough, he knew, he'd begin to feel his own true emotions...
There they were! As though a switch had been flipped in his mind, Cassian sat up in bed, doing a stretch or two, his eyes alight now and his aura one of contentment, serenity, and friendliness. With a tad bit of anxiety thrown in there. He was, after all, in a completely unfamiliar place, filled with completely unfamiliar people-
People! Cassian's naturally friendly nature had him perked up and hopping out of bed immediately. He was about to skip right out the door when he realized he's forgotten a couple things. Turning back around and laughing slightly at himself, he remade the bed he'd slept in with meticulous skill; hospital corners and everything. It was a habit of his, ironed into his mind to become as much an instinct as breathing. Well, that might've been an exaggeration, but the point remains.
Hastily, he threw on a pair of tan slacks and a blue polo shirt, pausing to tuck the bottom of his shirt in (another habit), straighten his collar, and run a hand through his hair a few times to discourage unsightly tangles.
"Appearing decent amongst the public is paramount..."
Yes. Something like that. When Cassian was sure he was presentable, he left the room, shutting the door softly behind him. "I hope I can remember where you are," he said quietly, poking the closed door just once before turning down the hallway.
He heard voices, he realized. Cassian smiled brightly and skipped- yes, skipped- through the halls until he reached the source: a dining room of sorts, with a handful of people already there. Feli was lacking a shirt, and that puzzled him a bit, but he said nothing about it.
He stopped skipping and called brightly upon entering, "Hallo~!" His greeting and his smile wavered in the smallest bit, for although a few of the emotions in the room were positive, there was an almost equal amount of semi-negatives as well. Cassian tried in vain to lift his spirits up by humming a favorite song of his as he sat in a randomly chosen seat. He looked down and wrung his hands together in his lap as he tried to set his mind back on a positive track.
☾Makoto☽
His hunger woke him up, ultimately. He opened his eyes at the second demand of his needy stomach. Makoto swore under his breath. What an awkward noise it was. He wished it would stop. But the only way to stop the confounded sound was to feed himself. And that meant wandering around until he found the dining room, which was probably full of people...
Makoto's immediate instinct was to curl up again and try to go back to sleep. But his stomach persisted, and with a reluctant groan, he got out of bed. He'd slept in jeans and a sweatshirt, and he figured that was good enough. So, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, he left the room.
The very first thing he did was trip over the threshold, causing him to stumble rather than walk out into the hallway. Pay attention, you clumsy retard! he scolded himself as he regained his balance. Graceful though he was on average, mornings were his weakness.
On his journey to find the dining room, Makoto went over with himself how to behave so as not to draw attention to himself. He would enter silently, grab something to eat, eat it quickly, then leave. If anyone tried to talk to him, he'd give minimal answers to discourage the conversation. If anyone made fun of him, he's ignore it as best he could. But he doubted that would happen, and it wouldn't, if he could keep unnoticed.
Which he certainly hoped would be the case.
Before he knew it, there he was: standing in the doorway of the dining room. Although he'd rehearsed his actions in his head several times, the sight of people sent him into a small mental panic. He took a quick double take as his eyes passed over that guy Maverick and his confounded bird, and that was it. Makoto turned around, murmured, "Screw this," to himself and started back down the hallway, unfed stomach protesting the whole way.