[ meanwhile, jayce sinks his own teeth and has little to dirty, especially with his body being a contained ball of stardust and colorful streams. if the juice of his plum-thing gushes, he's too busy actually swallowing the contents. the process of being filled comes first, the taste of it, second— and it's better than anything he could've thought about swallowing. his beard is about to get nasty and he's about to look a little crazy, but that's what you get when you give a now half-feral man something akin to a heart shaped mango.
he's still listening, despite the insistent slurping. ]
Okay, [ he retorts, but not letting that signal defeat in his own guesswork. just emphasis on continuation. unfortunately, jayce does this without pausing to actually chew his food. he's actually barely chewing at all, pieces of mush being swallowed in an instant and a warm pool hitting his belly. ] if you're the arcane space expert, then lets rule it out. Right here.
[ his fingers are twitching on the curve of the fruit's skin. it feels like . . . he's living a dream, that thisn't real, yes. that he's going through motions that don't feel like his but are, like he's doing them and watching them all at once. disturbing, really. but jayce refuses to think this isn't real, that he isn't real in viktor's eyes or that viktor isn't realy either, or that he's alive and jayce is some sort of spacial phantom (was that worse somehow? that viktor waas alive and jayce was . . . haunting him? augh. morbid. makes him nervous among other things. it makes his fingers from one hand tap relentlessly on his kneecap, holding his fruit in the other. he wouldn't be eating if he were a ghost. they wouldn't. would they? refute that. ]
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he's still listening, despite the insistent slurping. ]
Okay, [ he retorts, but not letting that signal defeat in his own guesswork. just emphasis on continuation. unfortunately, jayce does this without pausing to actually chew his food. he's actually barely chewing at all, pieces of mush being swallowed in an instant and a warm pool hitting his belly. ] if you're the arcane space expert, then lets rule it out. Right here.
[ his fingers are twitching on the curve of the fruit's skin. it feels like . . . he's living a dream, that thisn't real, yes. that he's going through motions that don't feel like his but are, like he's doing them and watching them all at once. disturbing, really. but jayce refuses to think this isn't real, that he isn't real in viktor's eyes or that viktor isn't realy either, or that he's alive and jayce is some sort of spacial phantom (was that worse somehow? that viktor waas alive and jayce was . . . haunting him? augh. morbid. makes him nervous among other things. it makes his fingers from one hand tap relentlessly on his kneecap, holding his fruit in the other. he wouldn't be eating if he were a ghost. they wouldn't. would they? refute that. ]