Thread: Three & Four Who: Byron and Annie (aka Number Four and Number Three). Plus Gunner and Dr. Bishop later. When: July 21st. Suppertime. Where: Cell. What: Some news. A move.
Number Four was stretched out in the corner of the cell, sitting on the floor with his back to the wall. His eyes were on the bed, where Number Three was currently sleeping, sprawled out because he didn't want to move her and end up waking her. Which was why he was currently sitting on the floor.
He drew his legs in until he was sitting cross-legged, wondering about the time. It felt like suppertime, if only because he was getting hungry. The food had been better in the past week - Annie had been right. It hadn't been too difficult to convince the weird little assistant that they needed better food, that it would make them more agreeable.
He wondered what it would be on the menu that night. Food was becoming one of the more interesting parts of the day, now that they were being fed different things. It was vastly preferable. That, and having company. Byron had found that he really liked having another person around, that he liked having Annie around, even if it wasn't an ideal situation at all.