[ jayce gives a short nod in acknowledgement, having satiated his need to be of proper use, the weight of a pat still ghosting his knuckles despite having them rest on his thighs.
the convoy . . . the abandoned shops. ]
For food.
[ he'd been— malnourished. he didn't think to change his clothes, or wash his face, nothing he'd consider a luxury for the now. he ate as many expired sponge cakes and processed meats he could before being forced to leave, to make up for all those disgusting, festering salamanders that thinking about chips and stale bread loafs makes his mouth water— like he'd still been harboring an empty, groaning pit in his stomach, and damn, he still was. what he'd taken in his haste wasn't enough to satisfy, and now that a taste has extorted a feedback of even hungrier, finally being aware of what the cells in his body screamed for. he wants to drink more water, too. it doesn't even have to be juice. ]
. . . We should.
[ he'd gotten too used to having to wait, sometimes, that certain days may not warrant a meal. now that it's so close by, the brain fails in not being anxious to eat. it's ironic, for someone who'd bring an entire meatloaf and wine to the lab.
he's anxious to eat, and doesn't even think about a bath. ]
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the convoy . . . the abandoned shops. ]
For food.
[ he'd been— malnourished. he didn't think to change his clothes, or wash his face, nothing he'd consider a luxury for the now. he ate as many expired sponge cakes and processed meats he could before being forced to leave, to make up for all those disgusting, festering salamanders that thinking about chips and stale bread loafs makes his mouth water— like he'd still been harboring an empty, groaning pit in his stomach, and damn, he still was. what he'd taken in his haste wasn't enough to satisfy, and now that a taste has extorted a feedback of even hungrier, finally being aware of what the cells in his body screamed for. he wants to drink more water, too. it doesn't even have to be juice. ]
. . . We should.
[ he'd gotten too used to having to wait, sometimes, that certain days may not warrant a meal. now that it's so close by, the brain fails in not being anxious to eat. it's ironic, for someone who'd bring an entire meatloaf and wine to the lab.
he's anxious to eat, and doesn't even think about a bath. ]