Perhaps unsurprisingly, it looks like it's going to take some thought for this mob of spirits to pay enough attention to their fleshy human shell to be able to gauge something like hunger. Phalanx looks around at nothing while they consider the idea.
And in the meantime, something distracting happens. One of the strips of fabric that Robin unwinds had apparently been folded in half for a reason, forming a makeshift pocket in Phalanx's sleeve. Robin frees most of his new friend's arm, but it causes a sprinkle of tiny objects to suddenly clatter onto the bathroom floor, scattering all over the tile. Most of it seems to be junk--caps and rice and little bones--but one of the trinkets does seem to be a familiar little pin from the marketplace.
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Perhaps unsurprisingly, it looks like it's going to take some thought for this mob of spirits to pay enough attention to their fleshy human shell to be able to gauge something like hunger. Phalanx looks around at nothing while they consider the idea.
And in the meantime, something distracting happens. One of the strips of fabric that Robin unwinds had apparently been folded in half for a reason, forming a makeshift pocket in Phalanx's sleeve. Robin frees most of his new friend's arm, but it causes a sprinkle of tiny objects to suddenly clatter onto the bathroom floor, scattering all over the tile. Most of it seems to be junk--caps and rice and little bones--but one of the trinkets does seem to be a familiar little pin from the marketplace.