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Kaito blinked, noticing Fijore's fluster as much as he could without seeing his face. His hair? He tilted his head and paused from eating, only really having eaten about a third of the prepared meal. To each their own, he figured.

He noticed things though, that other people probably didn't and he didn't want to make Fijore anymore uncomfortable than he already was. Kaito sighed quietly and the man a small smile. "Why would I ask? You've got your hair like that for a reason, and if you like it then it doesn't matter what anyone else thinks about it." But, if he did ask what he thought about it, he'd say it suited him.

Kaito smirked some at his words and shrugged lightly. "What can I say? Your cooking certainly deserves it." He said casually, taking a pause from eating.

He glanced at Fijore when he noticed him starting to mess with his long hair. "Something on your mind, doc?" Kaito asked, going back to slowly eating his breakfast.

Kaito opened his eyes when Fijore came back, and with a small plate of food. He wasn't nauseous..But he certainly didn't have much of an appetite. He offered him a small smile. "Thanks." He murmured sincerely.

Once the plate was set down, he slowly began to eat.
And like the other offered meals, it was evident that he liked it.

Kaito glanced at Fijore when he got up to fix his hand, noticing that smile again when he spoke. Off the record. He smirked some at the words and relaxed in the bed.

He listened quietly and watched him get from just having sat down, to go pick up his sleeping brother. Kaito simply nodded, and closed his eyes to try and relax. Sure, he probably needed to eat, but he wasn't in a hurry to do so.

Kaito opened one of his ruby eyes when Fijore came into the room, and even in his current state, still noticed his hand. It was definitely broken, wasn't it? Was that what he heard? Did he really break something, and his hand?

Then it dawned on him while he listened to the doctor speak. If he really wanted to, he could leave and go somewhere else to wither away, but he also heard Fijore ask him to choose life. No one had ever asked him to 'choose life' in bad situation, he was usually told to disappear.

After a moment of processing those words, he looked at Fijore. "I'm telling you this as my doctor, okay? Off the record.." He finally spoke, being mindful of keeping his voice down like he had said earlier. "I've got no one.. No friends, no family, and no where to go. I'm pretty much a stray cat, stealing scraps of food every day and night." He said quietly. "But, I want you to go ahead with it, okay?"

Kaito blinked and glanced off towards the door when he heard the sound of something breaking, both confused and concerned. The sound however, soon caused a reaction from the tumour and his his head began to hurt despite any painkillers Fijore might have put into IV, if any it all.

It felt like someone had just put his head through a concrete wall, and his reaction was to put his hand on his head and close his eyes as he tried to will away the pain.

Kaito listened quietly, and glanced at Fijore when he mentioned that the other resident, Valern, was his younger brother. That was close to what he was thinking. He nodded lightly to his words and moved his gaze up to the ceiling.

Now what? It was completely up to him and he didn't know if he cared enough to let the man attempt to remove the tumour. No one would miss him if he died.. Fijore was probably the first person in years who seemed to care about him, even if as a patient.

He wasn't afraid of dying..
He was afraid of not finding a reason to keep living..

Anytime he ever got close to anyone, bad things almost always happened..and he felt like he was slowly getting closer to Fijore.

Kaito blinked when he noticed Fijore sitting next to him, and slowly lowered his arm. He didn't like how grim he appeared either. It pretty much told him he was either worried, or the something he found in his lab yesterday wasn't good. Or a combination of both.

When he heard Fijore speak though, and before being told to keep his voice down, he didn't really have much to say. What was there to say? He had a tumor in his brain that would eventually kill him, unless he let Fijore try to get it out, which could also end badly. How did that even happen? Unless it happened sometime after the accident. He never went to a doctor after that, so it was possible, right?

..Valern? Was that the name of the other guy?

Headaches, he was used to since he didn't really sleep or eat probably, but blackouts were new.

Kaito didn't wake until the following morning, and he still had a headache. The first thing he noticed was that he was back in the clinic bed. When he went to put a hand on his head, he noticed the IVs and stared at them. What the hell happened? The last thing he remembered was being called inside for dinner.

Kaito mostly stayed outside, either walking around or laying on the grass where he ended up taking a very short nap when his headache returned. After dozing off though, his head didn't feel any better. If fact, it hurt more now than it did before he dozed off and he slowly sat up.

That's about the time Fijore called for him and he stood up to go back inside. Whether it be from the how fast he got up, or because of the severity of his headache, for a moment he lost his footing and he had to catch himself on something solid, but by that time his consciousness had slipped away.

Just like when he had crash landed.

Kaito picked up on that this time, this other guy must've been someone close to him, but he was only going off how he talked about him.

He stretched some and glanced at Fijore from the corner of his eye when the man stiffened and he nodded. "Then I guess, I'm going outside for a bit." Kaito spoke casually, offering him a subtle smirk. He remembered where the door was and trailed off to go outside.

Once he was outside, he looked up at the sky. He had half a mind to try flying, but decided against for now. His feathers ruffled as if his wings knew and he placed a hand on the injured one. Not yet..

Kaito glanced at Fijore when he picked up the other bowl and went upstairs with it, blinking. Wasn't he going to eat? It kind of made him wonder, but he shrugged it off and went to the table with his own bowl.

He took his time eating and by the time Fijore had come back down, Kaito had managed to finish eating and wash his dish, setting it aside since he didn't know where else to put it.. and he was slightly taken off guard by Fijore speaking since he had been preoccupied, but it didn't show much. All he really did was glance at him more quickly, then glanced off. "Yeah? Hope he wasn't too freaked out.." He said sincerely.

Kaito rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. "I'm sensitive to other people.. If they're close enough, I can feel them.. They're presence anyway." He shrugged lightly. "The soup was awewome, thanks."

Kaito shook his head some. "Nah, it's nothing." Maybe that's what it was.. Or He was getting jumpy from being in someone else's home like this.

He looked at the stew and grinned. It looked amazing, and it smelled pretty good too. Just like the other meals he had been served.

Kaito smirked a little when he spoke, without running off to hide. Progress? Maybe.. Well, at least it wasn't just him. As far as not noticing the coolness.

He blinked when he could have sworn he heard someone, barely, but the time he glanced off whoever it was had taken off in a hurry. Could it have been the other resident? "You mentioned someone else staying here who hardly left their room.. What would be the chances of them actually coming downstairs?" He asked cautiously, slightly turning towards Fijore but didn't actually look at him.