Black Hole for a Stomach (and a Soul) (Anz)

@"A M E N O"

It had occurred to the child to wonder if maybe the school was right - that maybe there was no pointing, since they were always hungry anyway. That didn't really make sense, though. Eating was what black holes did. That was what their mom had taught them to do. And everyone agreed that hunger, the desire to consume foodstuffs, meant that one should eat.

Maybe the black hole child just needed vastly more food than the people here? Maybe. They didn't know, and how could they? Their mother was not available to ask, if she even knew, and no one else had come close to even meeting a black hole.

Right now, though, was not the right time for questioning the world. Right now was the right time to learn how to use a utensil efficiently.

... It wasn't going so well. Their hands were too small, and while they could sometimes have more or less fingers size wasn't something they knew how to really mess with at will.

The food-provider was talking, and the black hole child quickly glanced sideways. "SK?" That was a cool name. "I don't have a name."

@"A M E N O"

The black hole child blinked at the taller kid. But they had been eating with a utensil, and they knew they were supposed to also eat with one...

but pouring it in would be much faster and more effective, so okay!

"....You want to call me Tenta?" The child tilted their head, considering. It wasn't a weird, pointlessly descriptive thing, like that person who had found out that they were half black hole and then tried to declare them to be 'Blacky.' Tenta was.

Hm.

Their look of concentration and consideration faded and they grinned, wide and eerie and honestly rather dangerous to anything in the immediate vicinity that risked brushing against the jagged edges of face.

"I like it! Tenta~"

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Oooooooh yay more sharp teeth. The newly-named Tenta clapped with a pair of head tentacles and grinned back with... rather more needleteeth than they'd had a moment ago.

also, YAY FOOD so happy. This worked so much better than utensils.

"I'm a black hole! Well. Half. My mom's all black hole. My did is a..." Tenta concentrated and carefully recited a chain of awkwardly imitated horrible screechy noises that successfully didn't really come from anywhere in particular, "sort of thing. But I never met him. So I can't really say it very well. My mom wasn't good at saying it."

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Half drow? "I've never met a drow of any amount before." They seemed super cool, though. If they were anything like SK, then Tenta would probably like them all too! "That is a long name. I don't think my mom has a name; she's just a black hole. She might have had a name as a star, I guess, but she never told me. My dad might have had a name too but. Well."

Tenta sighed a tiny bit, or at least made the motion - as far as anyone could tell, they weren't actually physiologically capable of exhaling, and then shuffled closer to SK on the bench. "Thank you for the food!" Not that it had made Tenta less hungry, but that was. Well. Eternal hunger was apparently a species trait.

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"I don't think I've eaten a mushroom. I've seen them though! There were some in the forest when I went wandering through there. But now I'm not supposed to go there... people got mad at the holes I left in the ground when I tripped." And the trees they'd eaten. WELP, THEY WERE HUNGRY AND NO ONE SAID NO AT THE TIME.

What was this they were being squished?? Tenta blinked a few times, circles of endless darkness appearing and disappearing in their blue face, and grinned - carefully, very carefully, to keep their mouth clear of SK's hands.

"Be careful," they said, voice not at all distorted even though they only moved a tiny part of their suddenly much smaller mouth. "I don't want to eat you!" But the squishing was nice, like a hug for their face! A faint indigo-violet haze grew across their cheeks and noselike bump, and their head tentacles quivered.