week five curfew ft. knuckles the echidna and drama

[townmusician]

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[gluttoning]

I just throw the table.

[Beel no]

[townmusician]

They'll charge you for that, though! Don't spend more money then you've already spent on the food!

[gluttoning]

But I want good food.

[townmusician]

Get your money back, and then go somewhere with better food.

[gluttoning]

But I'd be too hungry and I'd be angry, too.

Maybe I could just eat the table?

[townmusician]

But the table won't be very tasty...? I've never eaten a table, so I don't know...

[gluttoning]

I get hungry, though.

Sometimes taste doesn't matter.

[townmusician]

Yeah, but we're talking about taste right now...

[Hm.

Hmmmmm.]

Have you ever successfully avoided being hangry without eating everything around?

[gluttoning]

"Hangry"?

I don't know what that---

[Well, and then they just both get a few seconds of zoning out because we're still in memshare. Enjoy that answer, Haruka.]

[townmusician]

[:man_standing:

It's not the first time Haruka has been abruptly yanked into someone's memory, but wow. Right here? Right now? At Nona's birthday party, no less!

He still feels that residual hunger, subconsciously reaching for a cookie before he shoots an apologetic glance at Beel and holds the cookie out to him instead.]

...Sorry.

[For seeing that? For calling him hangry? Everything he's done and said on this bitch of an island?]

[gluttoning]

It's fine.

[It's an uncomfortably clipped response, enough to let Haru know that he was heard, as Beelzebub urgently turns away to rush to the dresser and yank open his drawer.

He doesn't leave that spot for a few minutes as he starts shoving food into his mouth.]

1/2

[townmusician]

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2/2

[townmusician]

[Haruka hovers off to the side of Beel, brows furrowed as he watches the demon. He doesn’t know what to say, after that awkward, unwanted invasion of privacy, so he just… stands there.

Help.]

[gluttoning]

[It's another minute or two of silence between them, of the rustling of wrappers and the feeding and feeding and feeding--

But Beelzebub eventually forces out an exhale, wiping at his mouth with the back of his hand and handing out a bag of candies to Haruka.]

Eat.

You'll feel better.

[townmusician]

[Will he, though? His stomach churns, even if he still remembers the hunger that wasn’t his.

This is awkward.

This is awful.]

N-no, you can have it…

[gluttoning]

Mn. [He plucks the bag of candy up as he pushes the dresser closed.]

Sorry. I didn't want to grab for your hand.

[A glance at him, at that change of expression.]

...

To answer your question... I can't stop it. I can avoid it, sometimes. It's why I always eat. But the hungrier I get, the harder it gets. If I get angry, it just makes me hungrier.

[He pops open the candy bag.]

I like food more than tables, though.