[ * fidgeting with empty hands, sword kept by their side. ]

[ * a flinch at the sudden sound, fidgeting suspended to instead keeping each finger in a tight grip with the others. ] * nothing.

* 'm really not. [ * hitched breath aside, their voice was calm, quiet. A little shaky, vocal cords almost stiff with disuse. ]

[ * toying with their food. Most importantly, it's sandwich. ]

[ *... do you want that? ]

[ * then take it. ]

[ * hope you enjoy meat+cheese sammich ]

[ * they smile a little. ]

* same to you. [ * that voice was quiet, incredibly raspy and barely audible— and yet, as warm as that little smile. ]

¶ I made a strong winged lizard woman I wish I knew anyone who draws strong lizard women ( for advice )

* basement. [ * not telling what basement, they didn't know either. But.. It wasn't pleasant. ]

* many.

[ * The punch forced the air out of their body, resulting in a raspy wheeze as the human slumped over. Took a minute to catch themselves, as it raises its hand in a thumbs up. ]

* not hungry. [ * it was a half lie; their body may be malnourished but they had a strange relationship with food. Either they gorged or they starved, and right now they felt sick even seeing edible things. ]

* Nothing? [ * a questioning tone. A bead of sweat rolling down its forehead. ]

[ * a nod. ] * we are a team, and a team is alike.

[ * an eyeroll. ] * whatever.

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