Normally, Rory was the kind of guy who went from being asleep to being awake in an instant, regardless of the hour and the amount of sleep he'd gotten. This was more .. hunger, a single-minded focus, and a genuine uncertainty about what to say. It still rendered him pretty inarticulate though.
So he opted to say nothing, instead leaving Jigano on the floor and putting himself by the table. He perched his elbow on it to minimize the hungry tremble in his hand. The warm stew in his mouth was heavenly. It was difficult to pace himself when it was finally in front of him, but the confused kick of his gut helped.
And Jigano uncurling from the floor. Graceful, lithe, seemingly unaware of Rory watching him with feral eyes (though through lowered lashes, pretending he wasn'tstaring watching). It was such a fluid motion, as if his body somehow defied the conventional methods of moving...
But as his attention turned to the table Rory dropped his gaze, focusing again on his food and the unpleasant sensation of waking up his stomach from a too-long fast. From time to time he sneaked glances at the other, struck again by how bizarre it was that he sat at Rory's table, eating the food they had cooked, as if.. well, silence aside, as if it was nothing strange or unusual at all.
But it was, in a way Rory was unwilling to pin down with words.
"I know better than to let myself get like this," he said after a while. He wasn't quite done with his stew yet, but awake enough to feel properly embarrassed about the whole day so far (well, except maybe for the napping part). His mouth worked over words he didn't find, and he ended up shrugging one shoulder slightly, scraping out another spoonful of the stew. It wasn't quite as hot anymore. "Or, well, evidently not." He pulled a self-conscious grimace, pleased that he was beginning to feel steadier, and reached up with one hand to stroke Isuma's cheek.
So he opted to say nothing, instead leaving Jigano on the floor and putting himself by the table. He perched his elbow on it to minimize the hungry tremble in his hand. The warm stew in his mouth was heavenly. It was difficult to pace himself when it was finally in front of him, but the confused kick of his gut helped.
And Jigano uncurling from the floor. Graceful, lithe, seemingly unaware of Rory watching him with feral eyes (though through lowered lashes, pretending he wasn't
But as his attention turned to the table Rory dropped his gaze, focusing again on his food and the unpleasant sensation of waking up his stomach from a too-long fast. From time to time he sneaked glances at the other, struck again by how bizarre it was that he sat at Rory's table, eating the food they had cooked, as if.. well, silence aside, as if it was nothing strange or unusual at all.
But it was, in a way Rory was unwilling to pin down with words.
"I know better than to let myself get like this," he said after a while. He wasn't quite done with his stew yet, but awake enough to feel properly embarrassed about the whole day so far (well, except maybe for the napping part). His mouth worked over words he didn't find, and he ended up shrugging one shoulder slightly, scraping out another spoonful of the stew. It wasn't quite as hot anymore. "Or, well, evidently not." He pulled a self-conscious grimace, pleased that he was beginning to feel steadier, and reached up with one hand to stroke Isuma's cheek.
