"VIC!" He had already sprung, even before screeching the fluffy-headed chef's name, attempting to cling to her face like some sort of parasitical carnivorous alien creature. "YA GOTTA..." He sounded weak, and almost desperate. "YA... GOTTA... FEED ME.........." And he began to sink downward as though melting.
In the beginning, the chef was shaken with a severe bought of ferocious confusion; half of her being screamed at her to go for broke and force a knuckle-sandwich into her ally’s face- the other preferred to stay frozen in place and allow the shorter child to collapse into her.
It seemed the latter won out; and rightfully so when the rubber child fell to the floor exclaiming his hunger. Vic stared for a short time, mumbling to herself before shrugging and tugging the flap of her small backpack open. There were only a few lunchboxes and they had been prepared with her own crew and captain in mind; but as the Mugiwara and Heart pirates were allies... it would be uncouth to deny him some food.
Squatting down, the heart pirate smiled, a gentle expression - full of kindness and hope and it rained down on the boy with the strawhat in the likes of a heavy grip, digits tugging his mouth apart as to force the contents of her bento into his mouth. Sure, she could have just passed it to him and he would have so easily helped himself... but it was somewhat for revenge....
“Better a-appreciate it s-strawhat... It was my share”
