[ Obikawa is a picky eater, and while he won't complain having to swallow someone struggling to stay alive he isn't in the necessary headspace to be tolerable and patient. He wants something, or someone, easy to digest and easier to forget, but so there's the lasting impression made in every frown and wrinkle on Makoto's forehead. ]
You probably taste like shit. [ His expression is solemn and disinterested, pulling his hand away. ] Hm, no... but for some reason I'm so hungry. [ Spoken casually, as if he didn't just state with his full chest that he thinks Makoto would taste like shit. ] It's making my brain shrink, it's becoming pea-sized... I just wanna eaaaaaaat somethinnnnnnnng even if it's a tiny guyyyyyyy.
[ With the sheets still in hand he throws them on top of Makoto, his tone a mellowed out song. Crossing his arms he takes in his surroundings, the scent, and even the noise that comes from the waves meeting the mountainous terrain that surrounds them. He focuses to find someone familiar, even giving the stench of Waka a shot before he scrunches up his nose in dismay -- there's nothing here that will even provide a hint of something from his world.
Anxiety isn't common for a God, but it's not such a foreign sensation that he is unable to explain the sensation that stirs in his chest. Unsettled, Obikawa's first assumption is that this has something to do with another God... but who, why, and how they managed to bypass through the heavily guarded Institution without a hint of their presence is both impressive and frightening. But he can't think of any God as creative as Vollof, so...
His stomach growls, testing his patience. ] But Tokinaga will probably get in a lot of trouble -- get me some pancakes or something.
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You probably taste like shit. [ His expression is solemn and disinterested, pulling his hand away. ] Hm, no... but for some reason I'm so hungry. [ Spoken casually, as if he didn't just state with his full chest that he thinks Makoto would taste like shit. ] It's making my brain shrink, it's becoming pea-sized... I just wanna eaaaaaaat somethinnnnnnnng even if it's a tiny guyyyyyyy.
[ With the sheets still in hand he throws them on top of Makoto, his tone a mellowed out song. Crossing his arms he takes in his surroundings, the scent, and even the noise that comes from the waves meeting the mountainous terrain that surrounds them. He focuses to find someone familiar, even giving the stench of Waka a shot before he scrunches up his nose in dismay -- there's nothing here that will even provide a hint of something from his world.
Anxiety isn't common for a God, but it's not such a foreign sensation that he is unable to explain the sensation that stirs in his chest. Unsettled, Obikawa's first assumption is that this has something to do with another God... but who, why, and how they managed to bypass through the heavily guarded Institution without a hint of their presence is both impressive and frightening. But he can't think of any God as creative as Vollof, so...
His stomach growls, testing his patience. ] But Tokinaga will probably get in a lot of trouble -- get me some pancakes or something.