[Those eyes of his fixate on her for a moment, looking at her, before looking at the ground after noticing that her feet aren't on it. There's a slightly puzzled look on his face for a moment, before he pushes the idea aside. Instead, he looks at the pillow stuffing on the floor, his normally neutral expression slightly scrunching as he remembers the taste. It isn't rice, though it does have a similar texture, but not the same flavor at all.]
It wasn't.
[There's a quiet hint of disappointment if she cares to listen for it, though its barely there. Still, he kind of has a craving for rice. And space. Both things that are out of his reach at the moment. He turns his attention back to his guest.]
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It wasn't.
[There's a quiet hint of disappointment if she cares to listen for it, though its barely there. Still, he kind of has a craving for rice. And space. Both things that are out of his reach at the moment. He turns his attention back to his guest.]
You're floating...?