Well, eating physical, actual you-can-touch food. He's holding a bowl... chex-mix, or whatever. He doesn't actually care for it until it goes scattering all over the floor.
Now, why is he on the second floor, of all places? Perhaps having his daily lurk until this place stroked at his interests, poking his head into every crevice he can manage, making mental notes here and there. He will know this ship in and out by the end of this day.
That was the plan until he became hungry. Patting at his stomach to quieten, yet grumbling how he might as well go blind this time, perhaps unmoving if this coma situation carries on. There are very few dreams for him to invade and chow for the day, so his presence must be obvious to someone at this point. A young face stepping on through until the dream shattered, blanking out and swallowed by a very hungry Dream Eater.
Today, he's trying to see how long he can last without doing that. Taking a step back from the possible danger of being recognized, involving himself in 'reality' and eating actual food.
Which is very little to help, actually. He's just bothered that the floor is dirty. ]
Well.
[ He simply stares down at the snack food crowding at their feet, furrowing his brows. ]
KITCHEN; second floor
Well, eating physical, actual you-can-touch food. He's holding a bowl... chex-mix, or whatever. He doesn't actually care for it until it goes scattering all over the floor.
Now, why is he on the second floor, of all places? Perhaps having his daily lurk until this place stroked at his interests, poking his head into every crevice he can manage, making mental notes here and there. He will know this ship in and out by the end of this day.
That was the plan until he became hungry. Patting at his stomach to quieten, yet grumbling how he might as well go blind this time, perhaps unmoving if this coma situation carries on. There are very few dreams for him to invade and chow for the day, so his presence must be obvious to someone at this point. A young face stepping on through until the dream shattered, blanking out and swallowed by a very hungry Dream Eater.
Today, he's trying to see how long he can last without doing that. Taking a step back from the possible danger of being recognized, involving himself in 'reality' and eating actual food.
Which is very little to help, actually. He's just bothered that the floor is dirty. ]
Well.
[ He simply stares down at the snack food crowding at their feet, furrowing his brows. ]