It's his default state of being: he really lives up to the starving artist stereotype, though he would gladly trade that in for something else. He sways a little as he walks in the station surrounded by the shops in the underground, but stops, staring intently toward what looks to be a crepe stand. Anything. Any kind of food will do.
Even though something bigger and more filling would be satisfying.
When he tugs at his pockets and turns them out empty, however, he frowns down at them accusingly, as though his money's just flown off somewhere. As opposed to him spending it on art supplies. He tugs again at the fabric as though some yen has slipped into the seams (it's happened before) but when nothing shows itself he sighs and folds his arms.
Ah, the human body and it's need for food... How inconvenient even though food is amazing.]
I'LL LET YOU PICK
It's his default state of being: he really lives up to the starving artist stereotype, though he would gladly trade that in for something else. He sways a little as he walks in the station surrounded by the shops in the underground, but stops, staring intently toward what looks to be a crepe stand. Anything. Any kind of food will do.
Even though something bigger and more filling would be satisfying.
When he tugs at his pockets and turns them out empty, however, he frowns down at them accusingly, as though his money's just flown off somewhere. As opposed to him spending it on art supplies. He tugs again at the fabric as though some yen has slipped into the seams (it's happened before) but when nothing shows itself he sighs and folds his arms.
Ah, the human body and it's need for food... How inconvenient even though food is amazing.]