Not Quite The Same [Open RP: Great hall]
It...had been hell.
Kurama's detention had gone on and on and Apos...no longer felt like himself. All he could see when he closed his eyes was feather swords and instructions on how to make shitty little crafty toys from toilet paper roles and pipecleaners.
Apos sat in the Great Hall, staring at his plate of eggs on toast with sausage on the side. He'd asked to have the sauce placed on the eggs in the fashion of smiling faces, because it was oh so pretty. But he couldn't bring himself to eat them, because whenever his fork hovered over that yolk, the face smiling at him seemed so very sad. If he ate it, he'd be killing that smiling face, right?
He pushed the plate away and settled for sipping at his pumpkin juice, looking dejected.
He was so hungry. His bones were more visible than ever, and his dress wasn't helping all that much. His hair, tied up in two pigtails, had grown long.
Apos wanted to cry.
Kurama's detention had gone on and on and Apos...no longer felt like himself. All he could see when he closed his eyes was feather swords and instructions on how to make shitty little crafty toys from toilet paper roles and pipecleaners.
Apos sat in the Great Hall, staring at his plate of eggs on toast with sausage on the side. He'd asked to have the sauce placed on the eggs in the fashion of smiling faces, because it was oh so pretty. But he couldn't bring himself to eat them, because whenever his fork hovered over that yolk, the face smiling at him seemed so very sad. If he ate it, he'd be killing that smiling face, right?
He pushed the plate away and settled for sipping at his pumpkin juice, looking dejected.
He was so hungry. His bones were more visible than ever, and his dress wasn't helping all that much. His hair, tied up in two pigtails, had grown long.
Apos wanted to cry.