Oh dear, round two? Round two. A staredown between the two girls, though none of them really go out of their way to say anything! Gold seems to be attempting it, but… she’s struggling. Obviously struggling. It reminds Whisper too much of herself. She hates it. But she doesn’t hate her necessarily.. she just wishes she could be more open.

          Come on now, Whisper - if you don’t say something now, she’s just going to be stuck there awkwardly waving, you’re gonna smile and awkwardly wave back, then you’ll both leave and be dissatisfied- say something!

                                         SAY SOMETHING!

                              <<U-uh.. you. Look good. Today.>>

“ Language….”

@thegoldentelepath

          Ever since getting her mask back, she has not left her room - she was too busy savoring it, trying to calm herself down from the panic she had put herself through... and during that whole time, she hadn’t eaten anything. It wasn’t until she smelled food that her stomach began to growl, making her realize just how hungry she really Was. She lets out a soft grunt before taking the mask off her face and gently pushing it to the side, moving to the door to unlock it and open it - and then stare at Gold and the food.

          ... Chaos, that looked so appetizing. She swears if she was any hungrier, she would have snagged the food away from her and just start slurping it down. Instead, she holds herself back and reaches forward to accept the bowl of soup with a soft ‘thank you’ before casting to bowl up to her lips and just.... chugging. She doesn’t even care that it’s mildly hot, she’s just so hungry.

          To her, this tasted like 5-star cuisine. Yet, anything would when you’re starving hungry. She eventually pulls the bowl away from her lips, already half-way done with it, and takes a second to breathe and clear her mouth out from the steam, before managing to smile at Gold with a pleased look on her face.

          This is the happiest she’s been in a day.

@thegoldentelepath

          The food arrives at her door, but the door never opens. Whisper is silent on the other side in her room, sat in her bed with her pillow pressed against her face. She can hear Gold’s voice outside, concerned, and she can smell the food... and it smelled good. But she wasn’t hungry. She has no appetite, and hasn’t had one since losing her mask.