[A nickname he seems to have accepted-- there's a slight wry twist to his lips when he hears it - it's something so small and soft, unbefitting him, he thinks - but he makes no protest or comment either. He's been called worse things, and the fact that she has her own name for him, well. Strangely, it ignites a brief bright feeling behind his ribs, something he doesn't know how to name.
Still, he tilts his head a little to one side as she holds the plate out, both confused and mildly surprised.]
You didn't need to do that. The way they made me, I don't really require food.
[He's built for endurance, after all, designed to survive almost anything, but he extends a hand to accept it all the same. Perhaps he doesn't need to eat, but that doesn't mean he dislikes to.]
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Still, he tilts his head a little to one side as she holds the plate out, both confused and mildly surprised.]
You didn't need to do that. The way they made me, I don't really require food.
[He's built for endurance, after all, designed to survive almost anything, but he extends a hand to accept it all the same. Perhaps he doesn't need to eat, but that doesn't mean he dislikes to.]