Fursona - Data Cross

[Frisk E. Coyote]

[10th Floor]

Prowl put his paws together in front of his muzzle and bowed his head eccentrically. "Thank you for the food! Mika! Mizuki!" He thanked them both for their effort sincerely, tail wagging, he digs in. He couldn't describe the food, really, it was the first home-cooked meal he's had in... he couldn't even remember the last home-cooked meal he ate. He remembered what it was though, his mom made him pork chops, mashed potato with gravy and a corncob, just the way he liked it. His mom was a great cook, and this meal reminded him of the way things were before his life fell apart. His eyes brimmed with tears that didn't fall as he ate hungrily in silence. All that had ever happened to him... and today, he discovered none of it was even true. Did he ever have a mom or dad? Did he really have a brother and sister that he cared and loved for so much that he nearly killed himself when they died? Or was it all nothing? Just sentence upon sentence of lies and untruths? He turned to look at Ray, who nodded at Mika thankfully and started eating. Hatred filled him again, deep, cold, uncaring hatred.

Ray felt this of course, and looked up, but Prowl went back to eating. He remembered writing about Prowl and home-cooked meals. The first time on their own, Prowl tried to cook something for his little brother and sister, but he was such a bad cook that they were food-poisoned and he had to send them to the hospital. He had to work his tail off trying to pay the hospital bills, and when they got back, Prowl had apologized profusely. Prowl learned how to cook the next day, step by step, making sure every meal he cooked was fit to eat. Ray grinned at himself. Prowl ended up a very proficient cook from taking care of his brothers and sisters.

Having finished a plate with a helping of one each of the dishes, licked the plate clean cheerily and lowered it. "Thanks again you two, that was the best meal I've had ever!" He thanked Mika and Mizuki gratefully before he looked up at the sky and said a silent, internal prayer. Ray noticed that Prowl only loaded up one plate. Prowl starved so many times, he was used to living on small portions of food. Hey, at least he enjoyed the meal, and so did Ray, this was delicious.