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*is doubled over, groaning in pain*

*stops, concerned* You okay?

...Ye-yeah. Yeah - 'mfine...

*frowns, steps closer* Y'don't LOOK fine...

No - really... I'll be okay...

*blinks at the noise* Y'sure? Need anythin'?

I - uh. I guess... I'll be okay.

*crosses arms, skeptical eyebrow*

....?

*sits, cross-legged, across from her* Hard t'lie when your stomach's growlin' like that.

....At least I tried.

*smiles* S'always 'mportant t'try.

So. What's wrong?

...Hungry. I guess.

Fooooor?

Food. Dinner. I haven't eaten - - in a while.

Well...then y'oughta eat somethin'.

...

*blinks expectantly - and that's not just human blood he's got in him*

*it's extremely subtle, like a transfusion, clearly temporary and definitely belongs to some variety of immortal*

*running about two degrees warmer than most people too - is totally oblivious*

What's your name?

*blinks* Ryan. What's yours?

Eli.

*half-smile* Nice to meetcha.

Likewise.

*starting to get just the tiniest bit unnerved* So..um...w-what did you need?

Food.

Y'said that. What kind?

*blinks.....blinks* Ohhh.... Why didn't y'say so SOONER?

...People don't usually... take kindly to...

W-well, y'don't usually ask first... *hesitates* N-not really cool on...um...dying....

I normally don't hunt. Too weak to find dinner on my own.

Never met one who was a kid. *tilts head* No wonder y'hungry...

You've met others before?

*glances down, rubbing his neck* Yes....they didn't ask.