Snippet #1391193

Zenko finally sat up as the smell of food hit him, the sheets pooling around him. Damn, he was ravenous. Others had already started to move into the other room to eat. After a moment of thought and a quick glance around he cast an illusion of himself, turning his eyes green, making his hair a bit longer, and losing the tattoo on his chest. It was simple enough for him to maintain indefinitely, even around all these people. With that done, he swung his legs off the side of the bed.

Then her smell hit him. He looked up to see her scolding the old man before she disappeared into the other room. His eyes narrowed at the spot she had been, his hands fisting in the sheets. There was no way it could have really been her, right?

With effort he relaxed himself. If it was, he would find a way to deal. It had been seven years after all, he could be wrong. He negotiated around the beds and gave the old man a curt nod before stepping into the room with the delicious smells. His salivary glands instantly kicked into over-drive. His delicate nose could pick out the sweetness of apples, the sour tang of lemonade, meat still sizzling on its plate, and – oh, was that eel?

Without pausing he picked up a plate as far from the one who smelled like his sister as he could get and began to pile food onto it. He wasn’t too worried about poison or drugs – the old man could have done anything he had wanted by now, and Zenko’s kitsune nature left him resistant to normal drugs and poison.

The first thing he went for was the eel – sushi, baked, jellied. It filled over half his plate. As an after thought, he added other red meats, berries, and some fruit. It seemed like the others were introducing themselves, though he only caught the last name.

“I’m Takeshi Kojimoto” he offered with a grin. “Nice to be kidnapped with you.”