[ Intellectually, Kuro takes in the words on that sign Sonic has posted. Emotionally, she does not. The truth is, for all she had said about about Valmont being uniquely soft, Kuro isn't accustomed to the mundane, physical hunger of the human body either. The fainting lightness that came with it felt familiar enough, but that gnawing emptiness...
In the cafeteria, she stuffs spoonful after spoonful of stew into her mouth. As she finishes her first bowl, she sighs and stretches, enjoying the feeling of heat seeping down to the tips of her toes (for now). In fact, it seems that her portion alone isn't enough to satisfy her. For those that are eating a little too slowly, or perhaps just a little too emotionally overwhelmed to finish their meal, she leans over, and— ]
Hey, hey— Are you going to finish that?
[ But, as time passes... More and more, Yuta's absence weighs on Kuro's thoughts. Maybe she hadn't said it, but there was a part of her that was looking forward to mooching off his cooking when everything was said and done... In the end, she gets up from her seat, leaving her dirty bowl behind for someone else to clean up in her stead. She heads to the gym; tonight, when she throws a dodgeball against the wall, it isn't with any real fervor. It's quiet and contemplative—a steady and rhythmic thunk, thunk, thunk of rubber ricocheting from the wall.
It's only later, in the dormitory commons, that the consequences of her actions strike. Other returning students can find her sprawled out on the floor in a way that might be a little concerning with murder so fresh on the mind... If it weren't for the fact that her groaning marks her as obviously conscious, anyway. One of her arms is flopped across her brow, and sweat beads faintly on her skin. ]
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In the cafeteria, she stuffs spoonful after spoonful of stew into her mouth. As she finishes her first bowl, she sighs and stretches, enjoying the feeling of heat seeping down to the tips of her toes (for now). In fact, it seems that her portion alone isn't enough to satisfy her. For those that are eating a little too slowly, or perhaps just a little too emotionally overwhelmed to finish their meal, she leans over, and— ]
Hey, hey— Are you going to finish that?
[ But, as time passes... More and more, Yuta's absence weighs on Kuro's thoughts. Maybe she hadn't said it, but there was a part of her that was looking forward to mooching off his cooking when everything was said and done... In the end, she gets up from her seat, leaving her dirty bowl behind for someone else to clean up in her stead. She heads to the gym; tonight, when she throws a dodgeball against the wall, it isn't with any real fervor. It's quiet and contemplative—a steady and rhythmic thunk, thunk, thunk of rubber ricocheting from the wall.
It's only later, in the dormitory commons, that the consequences of her actions strike. Other returning students can find her sprawled out on the floor in a way that might be a little concerning with murder so fresh on the mind... If it weren't for the fact that her groaning marks her as obviously conscious, anyway. One of her arms is flopped across her brow, and sweat beads faintly on her skin. ]
I think... Maybe I overdid it...