#//im loving how febail was like huh maybe ill try

[radiantpriamos]

“ Hold it! ” Febail cries out, swinging his stick up and pointing towards Priam as if it really were the two of them waving swords on a battlefield. “ We're not playing that. That's just a waste of food. ” Plus they were definitely using a medallion earlier, weren't they?

He scans the area, the light catching the shine of the makeshift puck in Rennac's bag. He motions Priam to follow suit to go grab it. “ C'mon. ”

Stealing the puck back proves easy enough, but Febail ends up grabbing some biscuits along with it. “ Guess he's had 'em prepared to switch things out, huh? ”

A pause before Febail's stomach rumbles.

“ ...You think it'd be stupid to try it? ”

Priam didn’t find thievery to be his style, but when it was from an evident thief... well. Their truce could only be temporary, but without the puck on the ice he supposed it was fine.

“Oh, cookies?” Febail’s stomach rumbled and Priam huffed. “There is no such thing as food meant to be nibbled or merely sampled. Here.”

He took one and shoved the whole thing into his mouth in one fluid motion. He crunched it. A pause. And crunched it. And crunched it. And crunched.... and eventually it was something like sawdust, which he swallowed down without complaint. Food and negative energy did not go together.

Regret. Regret which he must suffer in silence. He didn’t say how bad it was, nor would he admit that it sat down in his stomach like a sad lump of lead. Priam could understand with utmost clarity why the biscuits could be mistaken for a puck.

“Hmmm.” That was all. Priam nodded out to the ice rink. “Let’s.... go.”