@ryuondaime : please tell me what it is you need. / an inbox meme i'm too lazy to find , accepting if you can find it !
there's a multitude of things that they need . a house with warm lights and music playing , full of guests who have to bend down to smile at the young scientist - to - be , large dishes with food for everyone , a fireplace with a content flame , to be hoisted onto the hip of their father and carried around , meeting faces who they will come to work with when they're old enough to . a hug from someone who loves them , who's arms circle them so tightly that the wind is squeezed from their lungs slowly , comfortingly ; one that lasts maybe a few seconds too long , a nervous laugh and a pat on each other's backs to signal that it's okay to let go but neither move to . fingers in their hair , braiding it and pinning it up , making sure it's secure , brushing their bangs away from their eyes , a comment on how they should get it trimmed with a smile . a mother who didn't send their brothers to burn their house asunder ; to know those brothers , maybe they'd love them , sheol wants to love them . they need someone to give their attention to . dote on them , share the stacks of baked goods they often ate in place of meals . they need a meal . a real one . a nap . what else ? sheol knows they need these things ; love . primarily , they guess , that's what it comes down to . some sort of genuine , fulfilling , connection in the world that they've created for themself . their isolated world where there's only space for one .
" vegetable curry , " they say , finally , on a particularly exhausted exhale . at least start with something that he can help with , yeah ? that seems like the best option . and it's not a lie . among the list was a meal , and honestly , something heavy and warm , comforting , was all the better for them . they would , still , refuse to cut the head off of the snake that was admitting that they're , ultimately , extremely lonely . it opened them up to loss , something that they'd rather never , ever face again , even if they aren't acknowledging the facts that if kiryu disappeared tomorrow , they'd feel the same hollowness of loss that they almost consider it a friend at this point . eyes are downcast still , fingers playing with a charm hanging off of their satchel , " i'm ... st —- s —- starving . "