(Sorry it took me soo long.)

Mythri knew Eithan's symptoms were worsening. She grabbed a cart of food trays and walked down the wide whit hallway, stopping to drop off trays. Today was the day they served pizza finally. She read a sc
ript on on one tray. Eithan Weathers it read. She scooped it up and slowly entered the White Room.

Eithen's pale blue eyes darted from the picture on the wall to the door to the room as he heard it beginning to be opened. He was up on his feet within an instant, rushing towards it as a woman --Mythri, he recalled-- walked in. He stopped before he could run into her, his gaze moving from her face to the tray in her hands.

His face seemed to light up as the smell of the pizza filled the room, the blond taking a moment to inhale and enjoy it. It smelled good to him.

((Later on, Eithen's gonna have a bit of a fit and end up cutting himself.

Not for the first, mind you. >n>)) 

Eithen blinked before grinning and taking the tray with an odd carefulness, trying not to scratch Mythri with his claws. She was a friend, one who treated them all with kindness rather than treating them like freaks.

After taking the tray, he picked up the pizza almost immediately to start eating it, rather happily I might add. 

Mythri nodded then, started to leave. "Maybe a walk outside would be nice, right?" But, she disappeared out the door before he could react. She handed out a few more, having light conversations occasionally, then arrived at another. Natheniel. To her, he was pretty interesting. She entered with the tray, be careful and some what shy.

Nathaniel looked up at the female who had entered his room, black eyes squinted. He opened his mouth and spat, "What?" at her, obviously annoyed. His irritated ex
pression softened when he saw the tray of food, as if he were deeply touched by the fact that she had brought him something to eat.

"Is it a nice day out?" Nathaniel asked, tilting his head at Mythri. "Can't I eat outside? The birds in here are so quiet. All I hear are the people in the corner. They completely drown out the bird's songs."

"...Outside would be nice...." Eithen murmured before biting into his pizza, making sure to be careful so he wouldn't end up clawing his face. Last time he did that, his face had hurt too much to talk for what had fellt like an eternity! And thouse bandages itched, too. But he hadn't been allowed to scratch at them.

He didn't want that happening again. No way.

God, that pizza was good.

((....FFF.

Yeah. Weird post. I know. |D))