An Artist's Curse - For Ki

[onethousandflowers]

Though it's been a few years since they first met, Yusuke is full of surprises. Of all the people he's ever known, few stand out, but the literal starving artist manages to do so every day. Byakuran has become his patron, letting him use his studio as so many have before, though not in years. It's a simple matter to keep it stocked, though keeping Yusuke eating...

And that's the thing. If he doesn't eat, he dies. If he grows old, he dies. If an accident befalls him, he very well could, too. Byakuran can't stand to imagine it. He's not one to beg, so calling in an old, old debt was in order, and lo and behold, it paid off.

A solution to mortality. A simple change of perspective, really. The fallen couldn't be more delighted with the result, though allowing someone to pay off a debt so easily rubbed him the wrong way.

Regardless, he knocked on the studio door, bag of food in one hand, including but not limited to his little surprise. "Yusuke, are you in?"

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[onethousandflowers]

"Oh, hungry, I guess." He smiles somewhat kindly, but can't keep the satisfaction off his face. Traditionally, three arils would have been enough. To devour all of them... Not that his satisfaction is misplaced, feeding Yusuke is always a challenge. "Might want to wash your hands."

[pursuitofbeauty]

His hands? Ah... he's sucking on his fingers, tasting the last of the juice. Embarrassed, he drops them to his sides, not meeting his patron's eyes.

"F-- Forgive my lapse of decorum, Byakuran-san. I can't imagine what came over me. Even hunger has never led me to be so...." He gestures helplessly, not sure how to describe his rather gauche lack of manners. "I really do apologize for the uncouth display."

His stomach feels so warm.