[How is it that you've more self-control than her? A little ways down the hall, Lenalee's standing with her back braced against a pillar, fingers twitching where she's twisted them up in her skirt. She spares him a small, sidelong glance and wry smile.] I'm really hungry. It... kind of hurts.
[SHOUNEN WILLPOWER. Looks over at her like he only noticed her there just now (he did), but his gaze is immediately drawn right back... to the food... He's always hungry on some level anyway; this is just torture.]
...But it's probably-- not safe... [Although admittedly, at the moment he's having trouble actually thinking of anything the food could be other than delicious.]
It's gotta be a trick. [DON'T TALK ABOUT THE TURKEY godddd. He hesitates, like he's going to take a step towards the feast-- but instead takes a step back, covering his face with both hands. Trying to block out the sight and smell and it's not really working.]
Maybe we should. Um. Try finding another way out... [He knows there is not going to be another way out.]
[Her teeth practically ache with how badly she wants to try the food. Without really thinking about it, she brings a hand up and begins methodically chewing on her fingernails. Hoarsely:] --Do you think there is another way? There's only the one door.
[Turning and dropping his hands to just cover his nose and mouth. He stares at the door, then along the wall.]
I... I could try brea-- [Cuts off abruptly though, and sends a furtive glance her way. He could try breaking the door or wall down, sure, but that would involve activating his Innocence and he's really... not sure he should do that around her.
Instead he is just going to the door and jiggling that doorknob as hard as he can with his left hand, right still over his mouth. Comeoncomeoncomeon...]
[He doesn't have to finish that sentence in order for her to guess what he meant, and the way he cuts himself off basically confirms it. To her credit, she doesn't give him much of a reaction beyond a slight stiffness in her shoulders, and she layers a heavy smile over top of that. Passing a fleeting touch across her temple.] You-- could.
[The doorknob, of course, doesn't turn. It just shakes and rattles loudly. Lenalee watches him for a moment, then glances wistfully back at the table.]
[...Takes a small step closer. In a warning sort of tone:] Allen...
[rattlerattlerattleCOMEONCOMEONCOMEONCOMEON] --I know! I know! Don't-- Don't eat any yet...
[He stands back, shaking his head as he stares down this infernal door.] Okay. Er. [He almost says 'don't look', but refrains. Without giving himself time to second-guess or sparing so much as glance in her direction, he grimaces, and goes ahead and activates his claw.
SLASHING THAT DOOR. Nothing happens. And he deactivates right away because maybe you shouldn't go around doing things that burn millions of calories when you're apparently already starving. Don't mind him, he's just going to curl his arm around his painfully hollow stomach and kind of double over here. Ahaha, he's so hungry he feels like he's on the verge of tears THIS REALLY SUCKS.]
[At his words, she snatches her hand back-- when had she outstretched it?...-- and gives him a look verging on desperation. It's fortunate that he doesn't glance over after activating his claw, because once he does, the look just escalates from there, and in the handful of seconds it takes for him to slash once at the door and deactivate again, she's halfway across the room, heart pounding. There's no reason for it to still scare her. But it does. Hah. So much for pretending the problem away.]
[--And then he's buckling in on himself, which sends her heart into an even bigger frenzy. She's never seen a Parasitic type go hungry.] A-Allen!
[Oh, god. He's going to starve in here. She grits her teeth and rambles softly to herself for a moment, then, shrilly:] Okay, okay, what if-- what if there's nothing wrong with the food. What if the idea is that we're supposed to think it's dangerous because we're locked in here and hungry? Maybe the point is to play with our minds. It can't-- it can't actually force us into a position where we have
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[He drops to a crouch while she rambles, still holding his stomach, with his free arm braced on the door, breath shallow. He hasn't felt this hungry in so long, and he's trying to beat down some rather unpleasant memories so he can focus. Haha. And she sounds further away now, so he must've scared her off...
Despite his best effort, his voice comes out a bit strained;] 'M fine...
[And now he'll look back over his shoulder at her, expression rather tight and pain-creased, but slightly apologetic.] I-- I dunno... [His eyes flick back up to the table and godddddd he just. He can't do this. He starts lifting himself back up.] If it's unsafe--
I can. I can try a little first. [One of them will have to be the guinea pig, after all. He'd rather it be him anyway.]
[She can just about feel herself paling.] You're not fine, shut up.
[Passing a vaguely panicked look between him and the table before she rushes over to help him up. Or. Sort of hover near him with a hand half-outstretched, rather.] You can... what? N--
["No," she plans on saying, but she cuts herself short. What does she mean, no? She'd sooner gut herself than let him eat something that could potentially hurt him, but if she doesn't... if she doesn't, he's just going to get worse. And so she's about to insist she at least eat with him, except there's nothing to gain out of both of them getting sick.] ...okay...
[He manages to get to his feet on his own all right, jaw set when he looks at her. If something horrible does happen to him, he trusts she'll be able to figure out another way out of this, after all. He nods.] Okay.
[So. Making his way to the table with the determination of, well, someone completely starving making their way to a delicious buffet. And he will pluck a grape from a bowl and glance at her before popping it in his mouth.]
[Yes, that is apparently ash. He turns away from the table and hacks and spits and scrapes his tongue on his teeth and now he is just straight up pissed. WHY WOULD FOOD BETRAY HIM LIKE THIS.]
[Seriously. Give her a second to watch in dazed silence as all this unfolds before jolting forward a half-step, and then back again. Not sure if he wants her to get close.]
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...But it's probably-- not safe... [Although admittedly, at the moment he's having trouble actually thinking of anything the food could be other than delicious.]
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I know. [The smile turns into something of a grimace.] Otherwise we wouldn't be locked in here.
It smells so good, though.
[And her stomach is practically turning on itself.]
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Maybe we should. Um. Try finding another way out... [He knows there is not going to be another way out.]
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I... I could try brea-- [Cuts off abruptly though, and sends a furtive glance her way. He could try breaking the door or wall down, sure, but that would involve activating his Innocence and he's really... not sure he should do that around her.
Instead he is just going to the door and jiggling that doorknob as hard as he can with his left hand, right still over his mouth. Comeoncomeoncomeon...]
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[The doorknob, of course, doesn't turn. It just shakes and rattles loudly. Lenalee watches him for a moment, then glances wistfully back at the table.]
[...Takes a small step closer. In a warning sort of tone:] Allen...
[She's starving, man.]
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[He stands back, shaking his head as he stares down this infernal door.] Okay. Er. [He almost says 'don't look', but refrains. Without giving himself time to second-guess or sparing so much as glance in her direction, he grimaces, and goes ahead and activates his claw.
SLASHING THAT DOOR. Nothing happens. And he deactivates right away because maybe you shouldn't go around doing things that burn millions of calories when you're apparently already starving. Don't mind him, he's just going to curl his arm around his painfully hollow stomach and kind of double over here. Ahaha, he's so hungry he feels like he's on the verge of tears THIS REALLY SUCKS.]
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[--And then he's buckling in on himself, which sends her heart into an even bigger frenzy. She's never seen a Parasitic type go hungry.] A-Allen!
[Oh, god. He's going to starve in here. She grits her teeth and rambles softly to herself for a moment, then, shrilly:] Okay, okay, what if-- what if there's nothing wrong with the food. What if the idea is that we're supposed to think it's dangerous because we're locked in here and hungry? Maybe the point is to play with our minds. It can't-- it can't actually force us into a position where we have ( ... )
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Despite his best effort, his voice comes out a bit strained;] 'M fine...
[And now he'll look back over his shoulder at her, expression rather tight and pain-creased, but slightly apologetic.] I-- I dunno... [His eyes flick back up to the table and godddddd he just. He can't do this. He starts lifting himself back up.] If it's unsafe--
I can. I can try a little first. [One of them will have to be the guinea pig, after all. He'd rather it be him anyway.]
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[Passing a vaguely panicked look between him and the table before she rushes over to help him up. Or. Sort of hover near him with a hand half-outstretched, rather.] You can... what? N--
["No," she plans on saying, but she cuts herself short. What does she mean, no? She'd sooner gut herself than let him eat something that could potentially hurt him, but if she doesn't... if she doesn't, he's just going to get worse. And so she's about to insist she at least eat with him, except there's nothing to gain out of both of them getting sick.] ...okay...
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[So. Making his way to the table with the determination of, well, someone completely starving making their way to a delicious buffet. And he will pluck a grape from a bowl and glance at her before popping it in his mouth.]
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Come on, seriously?
SERIOUSLY??]
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...Th' fuck--!
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--What's wrong with it?
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It was-- dust! It turned to dust.
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