Schlup. Gulp. Slurp.
The sounds of eating filled the dining area like a symphony of starvation.
The young man sat hunched over the table, both hands gripping a bowl of greenish porridge as if it were the last meal on earth.
His face was practically buried in it, lips smacking wetly as he shoveled spoonful after spoonful into his mouth with desperate speed.
"What a bullshit..." Viktor leaned back in his chair, arms crossed over his bandaged chest, watching with an expression somewhere between amusement and curiosity.
His dark eyes tracked every movement—the way those delicate fingers gripped the spoon, the slight tremble in the young man's shoulders, the dirt smudged intentionally across an otherwise too-soft face.
"Mm—hah—mm—" The young man barely paused to breathe between bites, swallowing hard before diving back in.
