[ As the apple disappears and lets Loop experience the sensation of truly eating the apple, of feeling - even for a brief time until the energy fades like anything else - satiated, Pure Vanilla watches. Watches the eyes, watches the way they position themselves, watches for their body to speak to him in ways they may not be able to. It will fade with time, everything does, but should they desire to eat again, Pure Vanilla will do it again. And again and again. For every little thing they want to experience. The jam in the basket, the cherry turnovers, the little round cookies, or the soft biscuits. But for now, just the apple will do, he suspects.
Especially as he hears the hitch in their breathing, and sees the way the tears begin to fall. ]
Oh, my friend. How long has it been for you?
[ He doesn't like invading space, but he will scoot a little closer, set his Staff down onto the roof against his hip so it won't go rolling away, and opens his arms. It's a very gentle offering. ]
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Especially as he hears the hitch in their breathing, and sees the way the tears begin to fall. ]
Oh, my friend. How long has it been for you?
[ He doesn't like invading space, but he will scoot a little closer, set his Staff down onto the roof against his hip so it won't go rolling away, and opens his arms. It's a very gentle offering. ]