( vash. this really is an overreaction on your part, don't you see that? he is not going to die right this very second if you don't get some food into him. he's pretty sure, anyway. he's held out well enough up to now, though the jury's out on how long he'll be able to continue holding up this farce.

he didn't even — ) It wasn't that hard. ( there's an oomph for his troubles when the slug to his ribs comes, a grunt and nothing more. ) Don't you know better than to put anything vital near a predator's mouth? ( lol like you're in any position to call yourself a predator, knife.

he still sounds so eerily calm for how his brother is trying to manhandle food into his mouth; he sounds bored, actually, until you're already weak comes out of him and he growls around a sound that emerges as more of a snarl than it doesn't, and he heaves himself up so quickly and so sharply that he sends them both rolling. whether or not they go over the back of the couch is anyone's guess. )

I'm not weak! I never had to eat before this, and I shouldn't have to now just because—

( because he's basically human. the words are lingering there at the forefront of his mind, but he refuses to say them. he will not. )