[ it's been a bad couple of days. for someone in his situation -- that is, on the run -- waking up in what was effectively his worst case scenario had not gone over well. there had been a lot of struggling and yelling and probably not a lot of absorbing whatever information he'd been given at the time. by now, he'd realised they weren't taking him back to the ward, at least. that was a comfort, but a small one.

he'd been skulking around in corners and avoiding people all this time, unwilling to talk and basically being an irritable brat. if anyone had tried offering him anything, he'd definitely turned it down. he was stubborn like that too. time, adrenaline, and stress could really work up an appetite though. had to do something about that.

waiting until it was quiet, probably once most people had gone to sleep, he decided to raid the kitchen. he had no idea how to cook and no intention of trying, so whatever he was searching for would have to be passably edible as-is. he freezes after rummaging around in a particularly noisy drawer -- what food could they possibly be stashing with the cutlery? -- and hearing someone approach. now he's brandishing a fork like a weapon -- why didn't he just go for a knife? -- and wearing what's intended to be his most threatening glare. puffy-eyed and shaky as it was though, it's lost some of its edge. ]

What do you want?

[ he's probably just hangry. ]

so like
am i to understand that like
this thing isn't exactly like the internet
meaning
like are we all following each other automatically
do you all get these updates or
like if i shitpost into the void does everyone have to read it
shitposts directly into your brain ? ?
because
hmmmm lol

[ jongdae had been so psyched about the idea of food. the scent of it had led him here, like a dog to a barbeque. why did it always come back to food? he wandered around, trying to read menus from each truck, weighing his options. what he wouldn't give for a salmon bowl right now. korean-style, with the mayo rice. ahhhh.

well, he'd finally found someone who knew how to do a decent rice bowl but was a little less thrilled to find the protein involved came in the form of stir-fryed, seasoned grasshoppers. why do they smell so good anyway?

he's staring hard into the little paper bowl it's been served in, disposable wooden chopsticks in one hand. it'll get cold soon if he doesn't eat and cold grasshopper is probably even worse than hot grasshopper might be. that's why he's reasoning this out, logically, like any normal person. it's perfectly acceptable to think out loud.. ]

... I mean, aren't shrimp like cousins to bugs? So, it could taste shrimp-y. But are shrimp all juicy if you step on them when they're alive? Has anyone ever stepped on a live shrimp? That seems mean. They're cute.

[ he's got a whole grasshopper gripped in his chopsticks now, peering at it like it was some kind of science specimen and not lunch. ]

Why don't they take the heads off? I don't need to see its face. What if they explode like a cherry tomato? I am hungry though..