( natsume gives it a glance, then looks down; he'll take it and set it on the sketchbook in his lap after a moment though, pinching the bread between his fingers instead of making any motion to eat. )
I've eaten this WEEK. ( he doesn't remember how many hours it's been, but maybe not that long. he's gone longer without food or sleep anyway—this week hasn't been that different.
except the reasons are different, and he closes his eyes. what would...? she'd call him pathetic and tell him to eat, too.
he still doesn't, and he doesn't bother smiling at helena to reassure her—he knows she can't see it anyway—but makes his voice lighter instead. she can tell it's a force of habit, though. ) Thank you for the conCERN, Little Bat, though I must be more off than I thought I was if it's becoming that noticeaBLE.
( as if the entire remaining student body didn't know he was fond of maya, or at least of bothering her. he didn't make to hide it any, after all. )
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I've eaten this WEEK. ( he doesn't remember how many hours it's been, but maybe not that long. he's gone longer without food or sleep anyway—this week hasn't been that different.
except the reasons are different, and he closes his eyes. what would...? she'd call him pathetic and tell him to eat, too.
he still doesn't, and he doesn't bother smiling at helena to reassure her—he knows she can't see it anyway—but makes his voice lighter instead. she can tell it's a force of habit, though. ) Thank you for the conCERN, Little Bat, though I must be more off than I thought I was if it's becoming that noticeaBLE.
( as if the entire remaining student body didn't know he was fond of maya, or at least of bothering her. he didn't make to hide it any, after all. )