Tofu tasted like compressed and solidified garbage. But that was only because Tony detested the taste that was tastelessness so much. But with his back faced towards the kitchen, hunched as he knelt in front of the refrigerator. Teeth -abnormally sharp - tore into the too perfect of a cube, and with a twitch and shudder, he swallowed it down. Cube? What cube…He'd eaten it in one bite. It was cold, gross, but it was something. "Buh…" It was one of the only times he untied those pure white ribbons from around his face. They hung around his neck. Like some mocking accessory - as he took a deep, deep breaths.
Before slamming the refrigerator door shut. A waver of his vision — and he's on his feet once again. Taking those narrow, hollow gasps. Before he calmed his breathing within a few strides. And pause…Tony did what he had too — wrapping the ribbons once again, while his mind finally stopped being so damnhazy. Pulsating like an organ. But too frantically. Too harshly. It was pulsing — it was throbbing.
He tightened the knot, with a clench of his teeth. His jaw hurt, after a few seconds.
They're so loud…
And he had no problem saying it, either. The irritation, the itching hunger all made his steps heavy. A drag of a step, really. A presence that was otherwise, too silent, suddenly spoke. Stopping behind the couch, twitching eye. Voice rough and dry.
"Can you shut up already? Not everybody has the pleasure of being as awake as you are," Ha, grumpybutt.
"Just who were you calling a freak just now…?" Greed - obnoxious and full of himself. That was his opinion of the damn sin. Arrogant, as well…He twitched; fingers closing into his palm, with a fist that went right to his own hip. Staring down (glaring, more like.) at Jack; silent. Voice startlingly clear behind the ribbons.
