“An Apple?” Whiteface queries also. Oh! That red-skinned fruit that had a wonderful crunch to it! “Well…I don’t think I should be the one to ask for that. I don’t have a sense of taste. Atleast not in the same sense as you.” Whiteface tells her. He could only ever taste food from his own realm: anything less tasted bland to him. The only exception to this was royal milk tea.
“Did you want me to ask some of my friends? Maybe Polka might know…” Whiteface replies, relaxed and calm about him. “They have better taste buds than I, so maybe they’d know! Why did you ask, anyways?”
{ ✘♟✘ }
Hesitant is smile, again, nervous
in being, yet it is still present on
features. Unnerved by the
thought of asking another whom
she has had no contact with, she
quakes in slightest amount;
though by all means is it
unnoticeable, she tries to make it
so for the sake of the other beside
her. Voice, however, betrays
emotion anyway, with it’s slight
decrease in volume and cheer.
❝ Aha, yeah…maybe I will
…if they’re trustworthy… ❞
Question befuddles her for
moments before correction of it
dawns in copious amounts.
❝ Um…I can’t eat. I haven’t
eaten for years n-not that
I need to, though… ❞