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[noh-vcrr]

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Noh flew the marvel into the sunset on his way to meet his lover, and he was furious. Not at Crys of course but because of an old flame that burned wildly and violently. It figured that her return would cause so much drama, she was never one for subtlety or doing things the easy way so why would assessing the new dynamics of their relationship be any different. Noh landed his ship both roughly and abruptly in the Inhuman landing zone and stormed his way towards Crys’ quarters. He wasn’t sure if she had ever seen him this livid and didn’t really want her to, but if he didn’t find a way to vent this anger it wouldn’t be good for anyone. 

Standing outside the door he took a moment to compose himself in case Luna was there. Gently opening the door and with no sight of Luna but one Crystalia without any hesitation he asked “Has Luna been put to bed, I need to talk about something not suitable for her ears.”

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           a cold spot began to grow beside him on the bed and his hand loosely flops out to reach for a body that is no longer there. a disproving hum leaves his chest before he forces himself to sit up. “----- what are you doing?”

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       it isn’t uncommon that he wakes in the middle of the night from hunger. being as fast as he was, it wasn’t a shock to say he needs a profound number of calories just to keep his metabolism stable and muscle mass on par. this usually resulted in him inhaling whatever he could get his hands on at two am---but tonight seemed to be a struggle. zipping around the common room kitchen, he opened cupboard after cupboard, and drawer after drawer. so far he’d found coffee, power bars, boxed macaroni ---- something akin to oatmeal with sugary dinosaur eggs? clints, no doubt. and goldfish. he shoved the box back into the cabinet and closed it, spinning around. his lips pursed together and he placed his hands on his hips, fingers drumming. he thinks for a moment before darting to the fridge. there was once a point in his life where he would have given up and retreated back to bed to sleep, rather than keep searching, but he no longer had that liberty. his body operated on an entirely different scale now and if tried to just he let it be until morning, the hunger would quite literally keep him awake. so, instead, he’s going to make a full meal --- at two in the morning. he’s already started sliding things across the counter and tossing a pot of water onto the stove to boil.