[ Jesse’s eyes lift back up to her, and as he chews and swallows, he cagily watches her. Then, casual as anything still, he looks back down to his bowl and scrapes the bowl with his spoon while scooping up another heap of food. You don’t really get gourmet food when you’re a prisoner. This here is hardly gourmet food, is it? And they’re prisoners on this creepy ass spaceship, aren’t they?
But this is his first meal as a free man. His first meal in months as a free man. No cold, soggy takeout burgers with cold, soggy fries being lowered down to him by Todd in his cement prison in a bucket, or cold leftover pizza from the same box all those Nazi fucks would have been eating from, or the occasional demoralising bowl of ice cream as a demoralising reward for cooking high-grade meth. This shit right here is tasteless slop, and it tastes incredible because, to Jesse, it tastes like freedom. He’s eating this because he chose to, not because Todd or anybody else is telling him to. ]
Might as well make the most of it while it last, then, right?
So sorry for slowness, work has been eating me alive :c
But this is his first meal as a free man. His first meal in months as a free man. No cold, soggy takeout burgers with cold, soggy fries being lowered down to him by Todd in his cement prison in a bucket, or cold leftover pizza from the same box all those Nazi fucks would have been eating from, or the occasional demoralising bowl of ice cream as a demoralising reward for cooking high-grade meth. This shit right here is tasteless slop, and it tastes incredible because, to Jesse, it tastes like freedom. He’s eating this because he chose to, not because Todd or anybody else is telling him to. ]
Might as well make the most of it while it last, then, right?