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          the beast tilts his head down to capture           siah’s lips with his own and kiss him tenderly ;           if only fleetingly. large hands skim up the shifters           waist and capture nicely rounded cheeks. though,           he’d like for siah to eat more, a lot more than he does           now actually. “ i promise. ” smiles a little and nuzzles           siah’s cheek a little. ” you don’t eat enough. at all. and           if i have to eat…then so do you. “

              siah smiles against oscar's lips, making the task                of kissing oscar rather difficult, but not impossible.               besides, he's kind of used to smiling around the                other, he's worked around it, now. it's just an effect               that oscar will always have on him.   ' good. yes i do !               i used to eat, like ...... a meal a week or somethin'                on the street, now i'm eating every day ! '   he puffs               his cheeks.   ' ––––– i love you. '   feels like it's been a               while since he's spoken that.

                 he likes the way siah arches into him,                  the way his muscles seem to relax in                  the beasts hold & his reassuring smile ;                  be it small. ” — i ….are you sure you want                  to come ?i don’t want you getting sick because                  of me. how about you stay in the building and i                  come and get you afterwards ? " huffs ” no, it                  reallyisn’t. “

              siah cranes his neck to kiss at the underside               of oscar's jaw and any skin within his reach.                with one hand tangled into the fabric of oscar's               shirt, the shifter's eyebrows crease a little.  ' only               if you promise to eat enough. like, really promise !               no hurrying or anythin' either, you have to take                your time and give yourself a meal.  ...... s'wrong               with my diet ? i eat ! ... '

        the mentioning of a bad pastime has         him frowning a little, eyes darting to the         floor as he shuffled closer to siah & looped         an arm around the shifters waist. home. that’s         where he felt when holding him like this. ” mm,         i’ll try and eat more often. but first — we need         to sort out your diet. ” little kiss to his temple.

             worries begin to melt as oscar holds him,              and the instant oscar touches him, a tiny              smile tugs at his lips and he throws his               arms around the taller male's neck, lifting              himself on his toes to reach. though oscar's              touch did have a calming effect, he was still              a little bit worried.    ' eat tonight. anything,               i'll even come with you to make sure. but i               might throw up. –––- my diet ...... is fine ! '

         brows crease and oscar’s head snaps          up so amber eyes connect with siah’s          worried gaze. hands run over his stomach          and a little pout is produced. ” —- thin ? “          doesn’t like the sound of that, it makes him          feel weak — fragile. ” i don’t know, maybe          last week ? i didn’t want to scare you. “

              siah's own pout tugs at the corners of               his lips, brows furrowed as he crosses               his arms over his own thin chest.  ' yeah.               you're not .... super skinny, like ... that one               time....... '    he trails off. bad memories.                a clear of his throat brings him back.   ' but               you're thin. you're eating enough though,                right ? you're having your ...... equivalent of               healthy eating habits .... ?? '   

❝why are you … making that face? did i do something?❞

            ' m'not makin' a face. what face ? what's a face ? '

       averts his eyes & coughs a little.              ” —— are you trying to say i look bad ? “

                                 he wrinkles his nose.                    ' no. well, kind of. you don't look bad, jus'                  ..... thin. and i can't remember the last time you                         ate ––– i usually remember that stuff .... '

          what has he done this time ?                        ” mmm ? “

            frowning continues.                    ' ––– when was the last time you ate .... ? '

❝— …. what ?❞

           ' what ... what ? '