Hungry and Dreaming
Sometimes
I feel like you can know what I want to tell you
Even when I speak not a single word
-X-
"I dream of you sometimes." She said to him one day, chuckling slightly at his reaction. They were sitting on the floor of his room, an open window letting the wind tease through her hair languidly. His response was barely a whisper, but that didn't stop her from hearing it.
"Really?" A few colorful leaves drifted in as she gently caressed his face, the smooth feel of her skin soothing him. It was such a beautiful scene, he remembered.
She smiled at him, retracting her hand.
"Yeah, you get hit by a different car each time." With that, she burst into giggles, the mood ruined. He frowned as Fou clutched a slim arm to her stomach, the laughter pouring out. He had really thought that they were having a serious moment too.
When the air finally quieted down, she turned to face him – a genuine look of happiness dancing in her fuchsia eyes as she scooted the slightest bit closer to him.
"Did you have a good laugh?" He scoffed as the words rolled off his tongue, his tone of sarcasm heavy.
She merely nodded as she began to stand.
"Yes, yes I did." Fou bent down to his still-sitting form as she placed a light kiss on his forehead, ruffling his dirty-blonde hair. She gave him a taunting chuckle and he stiffened.
"Silly Baku-baka." He found that that sickeningly cute nickname she had taken to calling him – which usually annoyed the hell out of him – left him breaking into hives, speechless.
She paused in her step to turn around, smirking as their eyes met.
"I'm gonna be in the cafeteria if you need me." And all he could do was watch the way her hips moved from side-to-side as she walked away, closing the door behind her and leaving him to himself.
This general in particular had seen plenty of monsters, but never before had he seen one that could paralyze him in fear and anticipation like Fou could.
Bak touched his brow in slight confusion and awe as he came to a conclusion.
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He was hungry.