[Shinso pulls back his hand and the black mess seems to be just as shocking to him. It didn't make him more nauseous so much as it instilled a real sense of wrongness in him. It wasn't gross, disgusting, or sickening. It was otherworldly. It was unnatural.]
[Something at the shop... He thinks back, not to confirm whether or not he ate something, but trying to remember exactly what. He was stuck there all day. He got hungry. He hadn't really wanted to go anywhere because, to be honest, he was still shaken by this whole new situation. So, now he's got to consider that he ate some sort of weird glitchy food that was fucking up his stomach.]
Y- yeah. [And, if he did it to himself, he can't really direct that anger anywhere but at himself.]
Yeah, I did, I was there all day! [And while it would be convenient if he didn't feel hunger in a simulation, it would also be unrealistic. And they can't have that.]
So, I had some coffee! Some... some scones or something. [he pushes his clean hand through his hair, staring down at the black ichor that was already starting to dry up and turn ashy in his hands, like slowly erasing the evidence.]
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[Something at the shop... He thinks back, not to confirm whether or not he ate something, but trying to remember exactly what. He was stuck there all day. He got hungry. He hadn't really wanted to go anywhere because, to be honest, he was still shaken by this whole new situation. So, now he's got to consider that he ate some sort of weird glitchy food that was fucking up his stomach.]
Y- yeah. [And, if he did it to himself, he can't really direct that anger anywhere but at himself.]
Yeah, I did, I was there all day! [And while it would be convenient if he didn't feel hunger in a simulation, it would also be unrealistic. And they can't have that.]
So, I had some coffee! Some... some scones or something. [he pushes his clean hand through his hair, staring down at the black ichor that was already starting to dry up and turn ashy in his hands, like slowly erasing the evidence.]