[ dextera simply shakes his head as he places the entire peach half in his mouth. it doesn’t really sustain him the way meat would, but there’s something soft and giving about the fruit that satisfies him nonetheless. even though using sand does make him feel a little faint in the creeping aftermath, just being near another person makes him more comfortable in withstanding it. ]
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[ rather than insisting on communion like he might with someone less skittish, it feels wiser to stay with his usual silence.
he holds up the jar and marks half of it with his hand, then checks crona’s face to make sure they understand. they’ll share. ]
no subject
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[ rather than insisting on communion like he might with someone less skittish, it feels wiser to stay with his usual silence.
he holds up the jar and marks half of it with his hand, then checks crona’s face to make sure they understand. they’ll share. ]