[ It isn't deep, but it's nice, that he had any thought or intention at all. Shino smiles a little, accepting the orange, settling in to peeling it and starting with shoving his fingernail into the divot where the orange grew from the tree. The sharp scent of citrus bursts in his nose with that breaking of orange skin, flooding the area in a way refreshingly different than recent times have been: flowers so omnipresent as to be nauseating. Ones that had taken Shi Qingxuan's eye, which has yet to fully heal... or heal in any way where his god's comfortable leaving off what disguises it away in white. ]
Famished.
[ He says, but the way he peels the orange is methodical, using his thumbs to pry up the peel in a long, winding tail, leaving it unbroken. ]
I'm... not really sure what... I'd want, when I'm like that.
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Famished.
[ He says, but the way he peels the orange is methodical, using his thumbs to pry up the peel in a long, winding tail, leaving it unbroken. ]
I'm... not really sure what... I'd want, when I'm like that.