If you give an emo a cookie... {CLOSED}
WHO: Yoite {erasemeaway} and Sora megahappyme}
WHAT: Catching the thieving kitty!
WHERE: Sora's House!
WHEN: Night, Day 146
Slender fingers clad in smooth leather gloves eased open a window. It was as easy as blinking. Yoite was a trained ninja, and though his body broke down around him, he was not entirely helpless. What he was was hungry. The forever emptiness that settled in his abdomen fought the pain that tore through his whole body. If he could fill that little hole, then perhaps, perhaps he could manage the pain of everything else enough to sleep, his only escape.
Yoite slithered into the house, hardly having to open the window much to allow his thin frame through. He had cased the house before, and the group who lived there were always well-stocked. Silent as a mouse, Yoite crept along the halls before reaching his goal. The ice box an the pantry.
Heaving the ice box open, careful not to make it crunch, Yoite reached inside and pulled out the boxes of leftovers; leftovers only, since they were already cooked. He piled the containers in a neat stack, and collected a pair of apples from the fruit bowl. Curling with his back against the wall, between the ice box and the shelves of food, Yoite lined his spoils up and began to eat voraciously.
It was futile, of course. He couldn't taste the food at all. He could've been eating rancid food and not know what he was putting in his mouth. It all tasted bland, not bad-- just completely and utterly tasteless, like rubber.
But still, Yoite had to eat to survive. And though his days were growing thin, Yoite wanted no part of letting himself starve to death. The Kira would take care of that without any aid from him.
As he ate, Yoite paid little attention to the doorway, or the area around him. Surely the people who lived there would be sound asleep by now...
WHAT: Catching the thieving kitty!
WHERE: Sora's House!
WHEN: Night, Day 146
Slender fingers clad in smooth leather gloves eased open a window. It was as easy as blinking. Yoite was a trained ninja, and though his body broke down around him, he was not entirely helpless. What he was was hungry. The forever emptiness that settled in his abdomen fought the pain that tore through his whole body. If he could fill that little hole, then perhaps, perhaps he could manage the pain of everything else enough to sleep, his only escape.
Yoite slithered into the house, hardly having to open the window much to allow his thin frame through. He had cased the house before, and the group who lived there were always well-stocked. Silent as a mouse, Yoite crept along the halls before reaching his goal. The ice box an the pantry.
Heaving the ice box open, careful not to make it crunch, Yoite reached inside and pulled out the boxes of leftovers; leftovers only, since they were already cooked. He piled the containers in a neat stack, and collected a pair of apples from the fruit bowl. Curling with his back against the wall, between the ice box and the shelves of food, Yoite lined his spoils up and began to eat voraciously.
It was futile, of course. He couldn't taste the food at all. He could've been eating rancid food and not know what he was putting in his mouth. It all tasted bland, not bad-- just completely and utterly tasteless, like rubber.
But still, Yoite had to eat to survive. And though his days were growing thin, Yoite wanted no part of letting himself starve to death. The Kira would take care of that without any aid from him.
As he ate, Yoite paid little attention to the doorway, or the area around him. Surely the people who lived there would be sound asleep by now...