He doesn't question it. He just loves the way the ice melts in his mouth and the coolness of it, and the sweetness of it, and how it can be made from water and pudding and ice cream and everything really. Ankh felt that it would be the perfect food if it only had more nutrients to it so he can give up on eating everything else.
She was angry, grabbing him by the ear and forcing him to sit down. A plate of food slammed in front of him. 'Eat this. It's his favorite food.'
Ankh blinked and shook his head, taking another bite and feeling the coolness and sweetness. As weird mirages went, that one really seemed out of place.
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He doesn't question it. He just loves the way the ice melts in his mouth and the coolness of it, and the sweetness of it, and how it can be made from water and pudding and ice cream and everything really. Ankh felt that it would be the perfect food if it only had more nutrients to it so he can give up on eating everything else.
She was angry, grabbing him by the ear and forcing him to sit down. A plate of food slammed in front of him. 'Eat this. It's his favorite food.'
Ankh blinked and shook his head, taking another bite and feeling the coolness and sweetness. As weird mirages went, that one really seemed out of place.