[It's not like either of them were ever great cooks to begin with, and Dimitri is about to argue that he can just print his own damn food when he recalls that Felix, in fact, cannot. With a heavy sigh, he strips off his shirt and taps the wall, tossing it down the chute that opens up.]
My apologies. I did not intend for you to go hungry, I simply do not think about food that often.
[The reminder is probably good, anyway. With his whole body aching with the residual sting of those virtual wounds, Dimitri genuinely didn't notice he was getting hungry as well. He pulls his sweat-slicked hair back into a half ponytail and moves to exit the VR room, pondering if he cares enough to wash up before he eats or not.]
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My apologies. I did not intend for you to go hungry, I simply do not think about food that often.
[The reminder is probably good, anyway. With his whole body aching with the residual sting of those virtual wounds, Dimitri genuinely didn't notice he was getting hungry as well. He pulls his sweat-slicked hair back into a half ponytail and moves to exit the VR room, pondering if he cares enough to wash up before he eats or not.]