Snippet #1839961

Soul continued staring at the TV, more or less tranced out by a simple screen, before flopping backwards and laying on his back. He wondered where Nikki was at the moment, but it was probably impossible to go visit her anyways because they might not allow someone to go in someone else's cell. The boy flicked one of his ears and felt a sudden urge of hunger...for onigiri. He's liked onigiri ever since he was 5, for some reason. Well, they did supply rooms with food.

Soul hopped out of his bed and walked to a cabinet absentmindedly, looking for sticky rice. No, no, that's brown rice, that's jasmine, that's long-grain, that's...okay. Victory. He reached towards it, even though it was too high for him in the cabinet. Soul tried to stretch out his body, and he sighed. "I'm going to have to climb." He said unhappily as he wiggled his way onto the counter and stood ontop of it. Now, he could grab the rice, and hopefully without falling flat on his little back. He grabbed the rice and held it like the Statue of Liberty holds her fire beacon.

Soul hopped down and scuttled his way towards another cabinet to find a rice cooker. Once he was successful, he began cooking the rice. "Let's see. Filling. Oh, I wonder. Should I make one for Nikki?" He asked himself, and so he did. He went to the sink and washed his hands and then dried them, to sit down and pack round rice balls, or, onigiri. He put a plum in the middle to give it a sweet taste, and he did that to his too. He packed another one for Diana, well, for later atleast, and he happily put it in the refrigerator to preserve for later.

Grabbing a plate, he set the rice balls on it and turned off the rice cooker, and he slipped on his purple sweater he had and wrapped Diana's scarf around his neck and grabbed the plate again, walking out of his cell to find Nikki. He called out Nikki's name in each hallway to try and find her.