11-28-2011, 04:49 AM
Numei huffed softly, eyeing the tray of food with disinterest. At least, he was trying his best to look disinterested. "I'll get my own food. I don't need hand outs or charity from you or anyone." It wasn't pride that kept Numei from accepting the offered deliciousness, it was the fear of being seen as a weak creature. Numei fought all his life, he was anything but weak. Accepting handouts from someone that couldn't be trusted was foolish and weak. At least in his mind. His gaze lingered on the tray of food a few moments longer than it should have before he looked away, and took a deep drink from his bottle. The bottle now half empty and Numei was feeling just a tiny bit lightheaded. He probably shouldn't and wouldn't drink anymore.
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