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[improbablywarm]

 ... No. Not huh - hungry. Won't... eat. 

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[witharubycrown]

She wrinkles her nose. "I'd hope not. I don't really want you that close."

[johnnysmith]

Oh, love. Just eat. You'd feel so much better.

[improbablywarm]

[If R had feelings - and the general consensus when it comes to zombies is that they don't - he might be insulted, but he doesn't have the energy to express his indignation. It's too exhausting trying to dredge his emotions from within the depths of his own corpse, as though they're mired somewhere in his insides, only bubbling to the surface in a collection of grunts and groans.]

[Even so, R tries to stand a little straighter, lift his chin a little higher to make himself look... What? More appealing? More human? Maybe presentation is the key to life.] S-safe... Promise.

[improbablywarm]

[R can't be certain but he thinks he hasn't eaten in weeks. Grey days that were only ever punctuated by violence and bursts of blood have since started merging together; there's nothing to differentiate one from the other now that he's stopped hunting. But, even now, with time slipping away from him, R won't eat.]

[Stubbornness still has him clinging to whatever's left of his humanity.] Don't... want...