[He keeps his eyes closed like Pal instructed, but attempts to sit up the moment Rita arrives with the tray. Natsuno can smell the blood coming from multiple cups, and the more he smells the more he realizes that he's starving. The only reason he waits for Rita to bring the cup over instead of reaching out for the nightstand is that he's too weak. Instead he turns his face in the direction of the scent, shaking with hunger, pain and shame.
It's a very empty hunger. No one can resist it for long.
He sighs softly when Rita strokes his hair. After a bit of fumbling with the straw, Natsuno drains the cup in a few large gulps. The blood sooths his burning throat like cold water in a desert. It's makes him feel a bit better, but still not enough.]
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It's a very empty hunger. No one can resist it for long.
He sighs softly when Rita strokes his hair. After a bit of fumbling with the straw, Natsuno drains the cup in a few large gulps. The blood sooths his burning throat like cold water in a desert. It's makes him feel a bit better, but still not enough.]
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