[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.
I couldn't... [He grabs another grape, splits it in half with his fingers. Looks like normal fruit inside! Touches it to his tongue. Now it is ash.
That bowl of grapes is being knocked straight onto the floor. But he's too dang hungry to properly rage. Just kind of bending over the table, face in his hands.] D-dammit...
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So we... can't eat?
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That bowl of grapes is being knocked straight onto the floor. But he's too dang hungry to properly rage. Just kind of bending over the table, face in his hands.] D-dammit...
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