There'd been a can of cheap ravioli in there, easy enough to heat up and pour into a bowl. It's full of salt and dubious fillers and yet it smells wonderful, especially to a very hungry Azwel. He accepts the bowl with a murmur of thanks and digs in straight away.
Which is why he presents the slightly amusing sight of looking up, mouth full, blinking, at Vash's statement.
"Bubf..." He swallows. "It didn't really work. I have... half-memories. Flashes. Well, if you don't want to tell me everything, at least tell me... did I overdo it, riding people? Because it certainly feels as though I've done...." His gaze, now mildly puzzled, drops back to the ravioli.
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Date: 2019-06-04 05:46 am (UTC)Which is why he presents the slightly amusing sight of looking up, mouth full, blinking, at Vash's statement.
"Bubf..." He swallows. "It didn't really work. I have... half-memories. Flashes. Well, if you don't want to tell me everything, at least tell me... did I overdo it, riding people? Because it certainly feels as though I've done...." His gaze, now mildly puzzled, drops back to the ravioli.