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Apr 3, 2021 0:19:37 GMT -6
Nico managed to find himself wandering through the mall at a somewhat early time throughout the day. He wasn't quite sure what he was doing here. He could remember the smells of similar locations from before he was put under the ground. The scent was much more vibrant that this, and although the smells here were more sweet, and lovely, the overall strength of the previous smells made them much more enjoyable, at least when thinking on the past. The sensation of his foot hitting the ground was even dampened. Sure he could feel his foot smacking against the ground, but everything was different. Why was he stuck on this today?
His nose twitched lightly at a scent that seemed to be familiar. An audible. "Hm." escaped his lips as he turned his head to try and locate what the smell was. Their was a few locations around him, realizing he was in the food court. He took a big whiff of the air, trying to locate what scent he was picking up. He located the smell approaching a Chinese restaurant. "Of course" He thought to himself, he spoke fluent Chinese, and spent a lot of time eating their cuisine. He got in line, even though he frankly had no sensation of hunger, or any actual need to eat food. He ordered a plate of three types of foods, honey chicken, chicken balls, and lo mein. He paid for the meal and made his way to the closest table.
It had been years since he had really tried tasting this type of food, he avoided leaving his home, and work, if possible. He still had a goal of doing something new today, besides searching for Lisa. He opened the container, looking at the meal. He leaned in getting his nose as close as possible without touching the food. He breathed in a heavy sniff, and even though the smell was delightful, it just wasn't the same as before. He could barely get a sense of what he would previously smell. This made his face show visible signs of duress as he backed off from being so close to the food.
He brought his hands up to take out the utensils from the plastic wrap. His hands shook slightly, almost as if he was afraid of something. His hands seem to calm as he picked up a fork. He first tried a chicken ball, and his face only showed more signs of worry. It barely tasted like food to him now. Their was a small flavor, but it mostly tasted like sand if it was somewhat structured and mushy. dirt? He attempted the Lo Mein, and it was the same for this dish. His hands in visible stress, although his face was more easy to read.
He took a deep breath, his mind filling with so many wants. He almost begged god in his head to return his senses to him, but almost as if he was determined to enjoy this last bit of food he grabbed a large bite of the honey chicken with a bit of aggravation. The large bite, for a second he could taste it. His favorite dish, and all the flavors present. But it was just for a second, and that taste was much more like dirt. He was a bit defeated, thoughts swirling in his head of how he was going to continue living what he believed to be an almost joyless life. No taste, no touch, no pain, no love, no friends. The only seemingly untouched sense was that of his hearing. His body fell back in the chair, tears coming out of his eyes, although he didn't make much sound. He dropped his fork, it fell bouncing onto the ground. He raised his head to face the ceiling.
Nico didn't know how he got like this, he just knew if he couldn't find Lisa, then perhaps this type of life wasn't worth living, but he didn't really have a choice did he? He was sure he died once already. Perhaps this truly was what was meant for him in the afterlife.
His nose twitched lightly at a scent that seemed to be familiar. An audible. "Hm." escaped his lips as he turned his head to try and locate what the smell was. Their was a few locations around him, realizing he was in the food court. He took a big whiff of the air, trying to locate what scent he was picking up. He located the smell approaching a Chinese restaurant. "Of course" He thought to himself, he spoke fluent Chinese, and spent a lot of time eating their cuisine. He got in line, even though he frankly had no sensation of hunger, or any actual need to eat food. He ordered a plate of three types of foods, honey chicken, chicken balls, and lo mein. He paid for the meal and made his way to the closest table.
It had been years since he had really tried tasting this type of food, he avoided leaving his home, and work, if possible. He still had a goal of doing something new today, besides searching for Lisa. He opened the container, looking at the meal. He leaned in getting his nose as close as possible without touching the food. He breathed in a heavy sniff, and even though the smell was delightful, it just wasn't the same as before. He could barely get a sense of what he would previously smell. This made his face show visible signs of duress as he backed off from being so close to the food.
He brought his hands up to take out the utensils from the plastic wrap. His hands shook slightly, almost as if he was afraid of something. His hands seem to calm as he picked up a fork. He first tried a chicken ball, and his face only showed more signs of worry. It barely tasted like food to him now. Their was a small flavor, but it mostly tasted like sand if it was somewhat structured and mushy. dirt? He attempted the Lo Mein, and it was the same for this dish. His hands in visible stress, although his face was more easy to read.
He took a deep breath, his mind filling with so many wants. He almost begged god in his head to return his senses to him, but almost as if he was determined to enjoy this last bit of food he grabbed a large bite of the honey chicken with a bit of aggravation. The large bite, for a second he could taste it. His favorite dish, and all the flavors present. But it was just for a second, and that taste was much more like dirt. He was a bit defeated, thoughts swirling in his head of how he was going to continue living what he believed to be an almost joyless life. No taste, no touch, no pain, no love, no friends. The only seemingly untouched sense was that of his hearing. His body fell back in the chair, tears coming out of his eyes, although he didn't make much sound. He dropped his fork, it fell bouncing onto the ground. He raised his head to face the ceiling.
Nico didn't know how he got like this, he just knew if he couldn't find Lisa, then perhaps this type of life wasn't worth living, but he didn't really have a choice did he? He was sure he died once already. Perhaps this truly was what was meant for him in the afterlife.