Ein licked his lips and sniffed the bowl again. It was empty. He knew there was nothing in it, but he sniffed it another time and nudged it with his nose with a loud whine.
It would do no good because there was nothing left, in the bowl or the fridge or in the can on the cabinet. But he hoped the leg belonging to the nearest person, which was Faye, would get a bit of a hint. After all, it was her fault there was only a half a can of dog food left.
Desperate times, desperate measures. Faye was more like an animal than she cared to admit, fending for herself and doing what was necessary to survive. When the people food was gone, she turned to his food.
Ein whined again.
Faye shifted her legs and stared at chessboard in front of her, Jet on the other side, taking his time to make a move. They were waiting for Spike to come back with provisions and there was a fabulous row earlier before they decided to do something to engage their brains. Take their mind off their stomachs.
"That's ours!" yelled Faye, different from now, five minutes ago, her eyes ablaze with animal lust, staring at the half empty dog food can in Jet's hand.
"Keep yourself in line!" Jet yelled back. He'd found the can in the back of the fridge, where Faye was hiding it. Knowing Ein had gone longer than any of them without food, he spooned it into his dish.
Calmed down now, elbow on table, face in hand, Faye was silent, Ein knew, thinking about that last can of dogfood and how careful she had been, how careful.
Ein whined again, hoping to encite some guilt from her, maybe an apology, a confession. It was stupid, of course, but stranger things had happened.
Jet made his move and Faye's face slipped down her arm with a loud groan and she almost upset the board. With her arm no longer blocking the view, Ein saw the table. Jet had left himself wide open and Jet was usually so good at this. Probably distracted, just like Faye.
In fact, Faye had a sure move in her hands. The more Ein studied it, the more brilliant, yet simple it seemed. Just a little slip and she'd win. But no, she was no propped on the back of her hands, staring through pieces of hair at the board. Hungry, lost.
It would be so easy now to jump onto the table, nudge the piece with his nose and win the game. Not for Faye's sake, he was decidedly not on her side. But because it was driving him mad, that move just glaring, everyone ignoring the obvious.
That happened quite a lot.
He whined again and Faye rolled one green eye towards the bowl and back at the game. Not a speck of remorse on her face. Her breath still probably stunk. What a beast.
Ein turned around three times and lied down next to Jet's feet and closed his eyes, to keep his mind off everything.
He could so easily just jump on the table and make that move, but someone had to have class around here.
And it sure as hell wasn't going to be Faye.
What a human.