(sobbing)
Tseth sighed and went into the kitchen. He decided he would try to make her eat something for breakfast. That’s what you should do, right? Yeah.
He didn’t have much along the lines of “Breakfast food to cook” so he made do with the cereal box he had in the pantry. He made a bowl and set it on the table.
“Kara?”
(It’s okkk! hug)
Kara doesn’t get up, laying on top of all her sheets as she curls up. Her eyes were still half closed as she dozed. She honestly felt even more exhausted now. Probably because her mind was now craving more sleep. She had always been told that sleep, food, and water were addicting…that if she had too much, she would never be able to survive. So she now tried her best to keep her dim, sleepy eyes open.
(Plz excuse my writing. I have a really bad tension headache.)
(Oh don’t worry! You don’t have to respond right away if you’re hurting. Drink some water and get some rest.)
When Kara doesn’t respond, Tseth sighs a little. Maybe she went back to bed. That’s fair, because it was still…
He checked the clock. Ah. 5 AM. Well, it was better early than late. He knew that wasn’t how the saying went. He didn’t care very much.
He went to Kara’s door, lightly knocking on the frame with a metal knuckle. He didn’t enter the room, he wanted Kara to have some form of privacy. “Hey. You need to eat something. It’s not good to starve.” He spoke in a volume just above a whisper.
(It’s fine. I need distractions.)
Kara doesn’t respond, still silent.
It looked like she didn’t really know how to use a bed. Let alone know what privacy was. She honestly expected Tseth to burst in, and she was surprised when he didn’t…
(Not me who can’t words a lot for this rp- agh-)
Tseth sighed. He didn’t want to just order her around, but maybe for this he would need to be a bit more firm.
“Kara, please. You don’t have to eat everything, but at least some of it. It’s in the kitchen.”
He took a couple steps to the entrance of the hall.
(XD relatable-)
Kara still doesn’t respond. She stayed still and absolutely silent.
To be honest…she was secretly enjoying the softness of the bed. She couldn’t remember the last time she slept in such a soft place. Not even that green bed of moss she once found could compare. She loved it. But…she was also still in the mindset that at any moment, she could be used. So she tried to not get her hopes up.