JIAOQIU

[foreverphantom]

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[foreverphantom]

[ wow, this almost sounds...doable? within his limits?

the thought that he could actually do something to improve himself is terrifying though.

he's silent for a few moments before he eventually grunts. the grunt is supposed to mean "okay." ]

[fried]

[ jiaoqiu's smile is always there, but it's a little more genuine at this. he keeps his tail draped over him, and pats him on the back. ]

Good. Would you keep me updated? I'd like to hear about what you try, if you do.

[foreverphantom]

[ another vaguely affirmative grunt ]

[fried]

In the meantime, I'll try to find something you might like to eat, since you will need to do that here.

[foreverphantom]

[ another grunt, this one much less affirmative ]

[fried]

[thwaps him gently with his tail. ]

Use your words.

[foreverphantom]

...the only thing that isn't completely disgusting is Cheerios.

[fried]

That gives me something to work with. Is it the texture?

[foreverphantom]

It's bland. And dry.

[fried]

So nothing too flavorful. And you don't like the sensation of chewing, I do remember that. Nothing too wet...

Have you tried any sorts of cheeses?

[foreverphantom]

[ he can hardly believe jiaoqiu is actually taking this seriously ]

...no. Not since becoming human again.

[fried]

[ food is medicine!! and he wants to help... ]

Hm, then... perhaps you'll like that, or grilled cheese? That is essentially toast, which can be quite dry and bland.

[foreverphantom]

I remember toast. I remember hating it.

[ this is actually canon. although most fans like to exaggerate it to a violent hatred and even trauma. around toast. ]

[fried]

[ a snort. ]

Of course. [ NOT THE TOAST TRAUMA it's fine jiaoqiu didn't think it was going to be that easy. ]

I doubt you'd like pasta...

[foreverphantom]

[ just. makes this face. with whatever grossed out noise best accompanies it. ]

[fried]

That's what I thought.

Hmm... let me continue to think on it. I'll find something. [ thwaps him with his tail again. ] So picky.

[foreverphantom]

Yeah, well, you go 12 years without ever needing to eat and suddenly have to do it again.

[fried]

[ silence, for just a moment, like he's debating, and then: ]

It was only after I stepped off the battlefield that I found a liking for spicy foods. It's the only thing I can taste anymore.

I do hope you find something you like. It'd be a shame to lose out on the joy good food can bring you.

[foreverphantom]

[ the concept of 'liking' something and experiencing 'joy' sound fake and stupid to him but this is already fairly well established so let's not bother relitigating it beyond an eyeroll ]

How does coming back from war ruin your taste?

[ like. the tastebuds and need to eat never went away. ]

[fried]

[ his ear flicks. ]

Everything is dull. Life lost its flavor. [ so like, depression basically ] Do you actually care?

[ that's not accusatory so much as it's idle. ]

[foreverphantom]

...about what?

[fried]

About why I lost my sense of taste.

[foreverphantom]

...I was curious. You've always had the same body with the same needs. I wanted to know how someone like that ends up in a similar position to mine.

[fried]

[ that makes sense to him. he tilts his head back a little. ]

The mind is often more powerful than the body. Physically, there's nothing wrong with me.

[foreverphantom]

Hmm.

...ghosts are very much the same. The body is just whatever the mind thinks it should be. Literally, mind over matter.