[He's always found Karamatsu's voice soothing when he didn't or couldn't focus on what he was saying. He tended to ruin it with stupid flowery speech, but his tone itself had a lilt to it since puberty that was just... Nice. He picked at his noodles slowly, trying to sort out if he was too hungry to actually feel it or if he had just cycled through so many instances of being hungry that he wasn't anymore. He ate the noodles anyway-- it was a small enough portion that he wouldn't feel like he was forcing himself to eat it, and Karamatsu probably wasn't going to let them leave until they were gone anyway. Intermittently he picked up his glass of water to drink from, and by the time Karamatsu was done on the phone he was about done with the noodles and most of the water in his glass.]
[He didn't really look much different, but there was the faintest amount more color to his skin that made him look slightly less ghostlike.]
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Date: 2016-09-01 07:19 pm (UTC)[He didn't really look much different, but there was the faintest amount more color to his skin that made him look slightly less ghostlike.]