[The evening of day 72, Yuugi steps into the kitchens, having finally decided that it wasn't doing him any good sticking to the trailer and the lake. He had to try to eat something at some point, preferably before he attacked any of his fellow carnival jockies, and so when he comes upon the notices on the doors of the cookhouse, hood drawn up over his head to avoid the setting sun, he paused.
It hadn't occurred to him that he might have different dietary requirements for the meantime. The Ringmaster's meditation class hadn't really helped him in chasing the demon out, so for now he was stuck with it. The pit had been full of other vampires - full of food, is the unbidden thought - and he pauses, then opens the door. Yuugi had somehow timed his visit to the cookhouse when there was either nobody around or people were beginning to retire for the night, tugging his hood down and his ears perking up. His stomach growled at him, earning a look from someone leaving, and he walked through the cookhouse, tense.]
Feeling
It hadn't occurred to him that he might have different dietary requirements for the meantime. The Ringmaster's meditation class hadn't really helped him in chasing the demon out, so for now he was stuck with it. The pit had been full of other vampires - full of food, is the unbidden thought - and he pauses, then opens the door. Yuugi had somehow timed his visit to the cookhouse when there was either nobody around or people were beginning to retire for the night, tugging his hood down and his ears perking up. His stomach growled at him, earning a look from someone leaving, and he walked through the cookhouse, tense.]
Ah, Koel-san. Hello.