OOC: The post is fine :D No, worries! I can work with it B|
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Hungry..
he was soooo hungry, that by the time he had gotten to Suna, he was dirty mess of bones. It was the same cycle all the time, and as he clutched onto his stomach, it let out a very loud, rumbling groan. Patting his belly, he frowned down at it and wilted.
"I hear you stomach, I'm hungry, too," but as his blue eyes looked around, peering out beneath a mop of curly, black hair, he saw what he saw in every town. People. Loads and loads of people, and they all seemed happy here, going about their business. This helped perk him up as he made his way down the streets and paused, his cheeks flushing at the sights and sounds of food. He was so, incredibly hungry, that by the time he saw a woman stirring a giant pot of soup outside a Tavern front, he literally threw himself at her and clung to her arm.
"Ma'am, your soup smells so good!" he began, and the woman, about twice his age, smaller than him, but much stouter, gave a cry as Feni'tat was latched onto her.
"What are you doing!?"
"Pleeeeeeaes, might you spare some soup?" he asked, his blue eyes bright, but his face was a dirty mess. But despite that, he looked like a rather handsome stranger. Too bad the woman had no time for beggars.
"Get off of my arm before I call my husband! We do not take kindly to beggars here!" she began.
"But..."
"HAROLD!"t he woman called, and Feni'tat's mouth opened at the sight of a gargantuan man that barely managed to squeeze out the front of the tavern door. The woman pointed to him. "This boy's tryign to steal our soup."
And a moment later, Feni'tat was bruised over his head and scrambling to get away from Harold, the mighty. Pouting back towards the tavern owners, he turned dejectedly away and stared down at the ground. It was ten he caught the sight of a white flower and his spirits perked up again.
"Oh.." his eyes sparkled as he held onto it, twirling it idly between his fingers. "How pretty." But then he realized, perhaps someone might have dropped it? He didn't wish to steal, and when he caught sight of Desdemona, he approached, giving a light tug on her arm.
"Hey, is this yours? I think you dropped it," he said, looking up at her with his large, baby blue eyes and dirty face.