Nix sat on the chair, his eyes darted everywhere, taking in the blood marks on the wall.
He wondered why anyone would choose such a weird pattern to decorate their walls.
Click!
Looking over to the right, he could see Lank come back with two bowls.
"You didn't have to–"
"Take it!" Lank cut in, shoving the bowl in his hand.
Walking over to his bed, he sat cross-legged, dipping his spoon and taking a sip of the liquid.
'A liquid?!' Nix's eyes widened in horror, he never dealt well with foods that were majorly liquid. He couldn't even tell all that had gone in it.
Looking at the bowl before him, his expression fell in an instant, it was some sort of soup that smelled like a mix of chili and beef.
His stomach never went well with spicy food and he couldn't tell if this fell in that category. The only thing that had caught his fancy was the submerged beef, but even that could have soaked up enough broth to almost be indistinguishable.
