Unfortunately for Zelos, sleep just won't come, especially not when Sheena keeps pacing about worried out of her damn mind. It causes a strange feedback loop of anxiety to grow between them, one that Zelos desperately attempts to fight back while keeping his face blank to truly sell the picture of him having fallen asleep. At least this'll keep everyone away from him, even if temporarily, so he keeps the charade.
Malos leaves, announcing that breakfast's ready, and once he hears the door open and close Zelos opens his eyes and stares at the ceiling. A need for a distraction and some form of entertainment blooms in his mind, and in its wake Zelos makes a face. He shouldn't. He really, really shouldn't, but with the way everything keeps getting crazier and crazier, with everything that's happened in the past few hours, Zelos feels annoyed enough to think that maybe he's justified in stealing some food for himself to eat alone, if only to avoid the awkward air of a make-believe friendly breakfast between them five.
He could do it, probably. After all, Anna's nowhere to be found, Malos and Lloyd are outside, and maybe if he tries hard enough he can sneak away from his driver so that she can't stop him, either. The idea sends a shiver down his spine. Because a part of him is afraid of being caught, but--that's fine, he tells himself. This isn't the castle. It's just some fucking food. Blades need food to survive too, even if in smaller amounts. He can get away with that, right?
That should be fine, right?
Hm.
Whatever. Zelos blinks, focuses and listens for Sheena's footsteps, then picks a moment when they're far away from his general position to rise and peek out, making sure Sheena's not looking his way. Once he confirms she's distracted he gets up and walks off to the kitchen, footsteps quiet and nerves shaking with Sheena's emotional bleed and his own fear as he tentatively and slowly searches the kitchen.
Come the fuck on, Zelos, it's just food. It'll be fine. You can get away with stealing a bit of food, for fuck's sake.
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Malos leaves, announcing that breakfast's ready, and once he hears the door open and close Zelos opens his eyes and stares at the ceiling. A need for a distraction and some form of entertainment blooms in his mind, and in its wake Zelos makes a face. He shouldn't. He really, really shouldn't, but with the way everything keeps getting crazier and crazier, with everything that's happened in the past few hours, Zelos feels annoyed enough to think that maybe he's justified in stealing some food for himself to eat alone, if only to avoid the awkward air of a make-believe friendly breakfast between them five.
He could do it, probably. After all, Anna's nowhere to be found, Malos and Lloyd are outside, and maybe if he tries hard enough he can sneak away from his driver so that she can't stop him, either. The idea sends a shiver down his spine. Because a part of him is afraid of being caught, but--that's fine, he tells himself. This isn't the castle. It's just some fucking food. Blades need food to survive too, even if in smaller amounts. He can get away with that, right?
That should be fine, right?
Hm.
Whatever. Zelos blinks, focuses and listens for Sheena's footsteps, then picks a moment when they're far away from his general position to rise and peek out, making sure Sheena's not looking his way. Once he confirms she's distracted he gets up and walks off to the kitchen, footsteps quiet and nerves shaking with Sheena's emotional bleed and his own fear as he tentatively and slowly searches the kitchen.
Come the fuck on, Zelos, it's just food. It'll be fine. You can get away with stealing a bit of food, for fuck's sake.
It's fine.