crave - fresh
Crave
You hadn’t noticed how long it’d been since you last ate, nor had you noticed just how hungry you even were. Your work had once again captured every little ounce of your focus, and you thought of nothing but getting your job done.
Someone else noticed, though, and figured it had been long enough.
They turned and left the room.
It wasn’t much longer before your attention had finally been brought to your hunger, and you managed to take a pause in your work. Your stomach rumbled, and that familiar pain hit your gut, making you grimace.
At that exact moment, a skeletal hand appeared in front of you, holding a snack. You blinked, and glanced up at the owner of the gloved hand.
Fresh smiled, and with a tilt of his skull, he wordlessly shifted his hand closer to you to gently urge you to take the snack.
You smiled in return, and accepted it, taking it into your own hand.
“Thank you!”
Fresh’s hand drew back, and sunk into his pocket as he leaned back on his heels.
“No prob, Bob!” They reached around you and gave you a brief pat on the shoulder, “be sure ya keep drinkin’ plenty o’ water too, brah! I’ll be here if ya need anythin’ else, dawgarino.”
You tittered, and gave them another thank you in return.
Then with a couple of finger snaps and some finger guns, “See’ya ‘round, broski! Be sure to take breaks n’ stretch every now n’ then, too!” the parasite rolled backwards out of the room on his Heelys, and let you get back to work.
