Thirteenth

[colorlesschild.livejournal.com]

[Lost, as the castle has condemned him to be, Sora slipped from an unknown room to wander the halls. He wears his Paradisa High sweat jacket over a matching tee, which dangle off his frame like a tent. As he wanders he hugs the journal to his chest and rubs his eyes dazedly with his free hand. His voice is groggy and weak- after all, he had been ill before this growing-up business had reared its ugly head.]

...Is everything over now?

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[colorlesschild.livejournal.com]

No... Before I got here, I thought food appeared. [Hat, hat. Sora's distracted. He likes hats.]

[alucloset.livejournal.com]

Alas, it does not- well, it does, here. But elsewhere, one must cook things in order to obtain a meal. [he keeps an eye on Sora absently, but he seems well-pleased with that hat of his.]

[colorlesschild.livejournal.com]

Do you know how to cook? Because you eat people?

[alucloset.livejournal.com]

[a wry look twists Alucard's face.] The two are not, in fact, connected.