<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'">Kazuma looked back to the bed and frowned. Amell was rather insistent that he remain there. After watching Amell take a drink of the strange liquid, Kazuma finally sat on the edge of the bed. When the drink was offered to him, he refused it again. It tasted horrible. How could one drink that? Kazuma stuck out his tongue, making a face of disgust. It likely made him look like a child, but it was the best he could do when their communication was poor. <br/>
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"No." he stated firmly. The bottle of liquid ended up on the side table and Kazuma watched as Amell left again after confirming that the food was good. When he came back, he brought with him a bowl of food. It smelled wonderful and Kazuma eagerly waited for it to be brought to him. He hardly paid attention to Amell as the man instructed him on how to eat. Instead, Kazuma took the bowl and spoon and began eating without pause. It was indeed hot, but it didn't bother him. In fact, it was better that way for him. <br/>
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Kazuma hummed to himself as he ate. It was good. He was somewhat surprised that the human had managed to cook something not just edible but also very tasteful. The stories were becoming less and less horrible about humans. Kazuma finished the bowl of food rapidly, then held it out and eyed Amell. He ran his tongue across his lips, brushed up a few bits of juice with his fingers into his mouth, and then said, "More."</span>