When Mukuro had woken, sometime before noon, and seen the baby bottle filled with soup standing on his bedside table, his first instinct was to knock the thing away.
Thankfully, Mukuro had learned never to act upon his first emotional reaction to something. The baby bottle did not suffer from being flung away, and Mukuro instead presented his back to the bottle. He stayed like that for the entire day, trying to ignore the growling of his stomach and the temptation to turn back around and reach for the bottle. It was stupid - even the illusionist acknowledged that. He needed any sustenance he could get if he wanted to recover.
When he heard the door open and close, some hours later, he closed his eyes. By now he was both thirsting and starving and did not want to move from where he lay.
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Date: 2012-10-07 03:03 am (UTC)Thankfully, Mukuro had learned never to act upon his first emotional reaction to something. The baby bottle did not suffer from being flung away, and Mukuro instead presented his back to the bottle. He stayed like that for the entire day, trying to ignore the growling of his stomach and the temptation to turn back around and reach for the bottle. It was stupid - even the illusionist acknowledged that. He needed any sustenance he could get if he wanted to recover.
When he heard the door open and close, some hours later, he closed his eyes. By now he was both thirsting and starving and did not want to move from where he lay.
"Vada via."