Feeding Time {Stripe}

@"Nightstripe"
A slightly overweight girl patrolled the halls, her dark and unrecognizable eyes scanning around the corridors, but inable to focus on anything, all the dropbear knew is that it wanted food, and currently was making its way, rather proudly, towards the cafeteria. Today it wore its hair in a fishtail braid, but as if it made the girl any less fearsome, in the halls she was avoided like the plague, eyes filled with curiosity, yet fear watched the girl with the koala ears twitching.

Then her nose caught the sense of the special in the cafeteria as she got closer, something salty, some-what bland but I’d have to do, of course the cafeteria was crowded by the time she reached the entrance, and the girls bouncy mood faltered, she quickly scampered her way on top of a few tables to get a better view of the specials board, scaring away a few people, but the female didn’t care as she stood there, trying to peer at the board on her tiptoes.

What was on the board caused the female to grimace, some type of foul pizza flavor? The bear had nothing against the pizza in general, it was just the way it sounded, ‘le anchoive cross blah’, okay dropbear’s reading skills were not up to scratch so it all was blurred, but to her that’s what it looked like.

And now here the grey-brown haired pudgy girl was, jumping table to table looking for something delectable to borrow, off somebody with a giving heart, or just somebody who she found interesting enough to steal from.

Dropbear nommed on the girls food, right now interesting in stomaching the pudding from the girls plate, her eyes narrowed in concentration, that was broken when the female who was supplying her lunch started to speak. Dropbear was concerned for her, nobody talked to dropbear, most ran, so Dropbear stopped chewing on its pudding and leaned closer to her, its ear twitching and braid swinging over its shoulder.

“I’m experiment four point seven, dropbear.”

That was all the… girl looking thing… had to say before it went back to eating, only pausing a moment to grab another snack of the girls plate, humming in delight as she started on the girls chicken sandwich, before it adjusted its position ontop of the table to a more… Appropriate (?) crossed-legged manner, enjoying its little hunger pang.

The female infront of her seemed frantic, so Dropbear leaned its head on its hand, chewing with the other, and giggled.

“Love your sandwich, very tasty.”

This was the best it could do at socializing at the moment, as it started drooling, the reminder food was its top priority was something it had to remember as it continued swallowing the girls sandwich, at least this victim wasn’t troublesome, it wasn’t as if dropbear was hurting it! Dropbear chuckled midst a bite of food, covering its mouth with one greyish hand for a moment before returning to the food, its eyes narrowing at the sight of the pizza she was chewing on.

Disgusting! How could the girl stoumach that! Dropbear wanted to smack it out of her hand, oh it did, that pizza was doing nothing but stinking up where dropbear wanted to enjoy its meal bu of course, dropbear had to stop choking first, it was kind of a sputtering and gagging mess.
It wasn’t a frightening sight at all.

Dropbear carelessly chewed away at her food, tearing off bit by bit, stuffing it whole into her mouth, in whichever way that pleased her really. Some students were looking in their direction, some probably feeling sorry for the girl infront of the creature. By now the girl had finished the disturbing garbage to which some would label as pizza, and Dropbear was slightly calmer now.

Then the female asked Dropbear another question, quite the talkative one wasn’t she. Dropbear licked its lips, its large ears perking up and it crawled a little closer to the girl, most on the stuff on her plate was gone now anyway.
“I’m hungry.”

It blinked at the girl infront of her as if it was obvious, before “accidentally” bumping her hand. Was the female warm or cold… Dropbear froze, the question repeating through her head. Its eye locked on the females hand before it bared its teeth, well, only to clean its teeth of any gunk in them anyway.

The creature now had a new want, and that was to know if the girl, Emily, had a warm or cold body temperature, looking at the females features, one of maybe anxiety, curiousness, possibly fear? Dropbear wasn’t too good at reading emotions, maybe that was what a sick person looked like.

The creature leaned towards the girl, its paw (well, hand but lets refer to it as a paw, shall we?) brushing her forehead for long enough to get her body temperature. The dropbear smiled slightly, almost motherly.

“Warm, average warm, wait no slightly above, are you okay?”

Dropbear nodded, surveying the female for a second more before backing over to the seat next to hear, sitting rather awkwardly, its knees up to its cheeks in some butterfly position. It looked over to Emily and toyed with its fingers, observing her.
“Don’t talk much do you?”

A noise resembling a laugh erupted from its throat, before it stood up and climbed back on the table, laying on it on its stomach, blinking curiously at the girl for a few seconds before it bared its teeth, drawing its tongue across the canines and coughing. For a few more seconds it repeated this action, before placing its plaits behind its ears, its claws slightly scratching its ears before the creature scooted closer to the girl infront of it once again.
“Do you want something?”

Its voice was almost pleading, its face close to Emily’s as it stared at her. The creature poked her before leaning back and crawling onto its knees, picking at the crumbs on the table, as if that’s what it currently wanted. Its eyes were large and dull, but slightly smiled as it glanced to the girl with an unknown emotion. It wanted her to want something, in return for its want which ruined her lunch.

The creature known as dropbear blinked a few times at Emily, its ears twitching. After much considerations of what to reply to the girls examination, it clasped its paws together. The girl did want things, which was a relief to her. Bu what she said afterwards perplexed the bear, as Emily had said before she listened, but she also seemed to… Observe? Is that correct? Dropbear tilted its head, and crossed its legs on the table.

“Wanting should be important to most people, not just me in general.”
It fiddled with its plait, its strange eyes narrowed in concentration for a moment before focusing again towards the female infront of her… Well it. Its eyes scanned the room, taking in a few students faces before its focus remained on Emily.

“Right now I want to talk to you.”

The creature propped itself onto its knees again, the stillness of the previous position becoming uncomfortable. It crawled around for a moment, fidgeting to find a more comfortable style, before hugging its knees to its chest.

The female infront of her didn’t seem disinterested in conversation, infact, it seemed to want to know more about the creature. It’s eyes didn’t seem to leave dropbear, as if they were trying to pinpoint the creature or look through it, that the bear hadn’t figured out.