He'd smelled blood plenty in his life, in battle, in his work. Denji had almost grown numb to the stuff, took it as part of the goings-on in his day to day.
But there was everything about the scent he picked up that just made his stomach gnaw upon itself. He thought of the best meals he'd ever had, those first bowls of ramen that weren't instant, his first sweet, sweet bite of jam-covered toast...
His heart raced as he traced it and figured somebody was having something nice. He could just ask where they got it, then go and grab himself some. Instead, he found another blond who seemed to be having a little trouble.
Denji's mouth opened, a call on the tip of his tongue, but something held it back. No... no, it can't be that easy.
He shook his head and settled behind something handy, pausing to observe. His feet moved on their own, carrying him closer. Just a little bit... he'd been good at taking only what he needed before, back when he lived on the streets.
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But there was everything about the scent he picked up that just made his stomach gnaw upon itself. He thought of the best meals he'd ever had, those first bowls of ramen that weren't instant, his first sweet, sweet bite of jam-covered toast...
His heart raced as he traced it and figured somebody was having something nice. He could just ask where they got it, then go and grab himself some. Instead, he found another blond who seemed to be having a little trouble.
Denji's mouth opened, a call on the tip of his tongue, but something held it back. No... no, it can't be that easy.
He shook his head and settled behind something handy, pausing to observe. His feet moved on their own, carrying him closer. Just a little bit... he'd been good at taking only what he needed before, back when he lived on the streets.