Moonsong Glacier In Berlin

The only thing that remained still and stark in the darkness was her hawkish gaze. She said nothing and continued to study him. "I jusssst- I w-thought I'd just've...A snack," He said thickly, incapable of explaining himself properly. He felt a gurgling in his throat and assumed that it was going to be another hiccough- but when he tried to swallow it back down, he realized abruptly that it wasn't just gas. 

He turned his head away and belched up the contents of his belly- a chunky, dark red mess that smelled of sour apples. He licked his lips and winced shamefully, but was relieved to find that he felt quite a bit better to be rid of the intoxicating fruit. 

He groaned, drawing back and cowering in apology. "I'm sorry- bad choice," He said with a sorry shake of his head. He felt weariness sweeping in, and given the fact that he was already crouching, he allowed himself to slide to the ground, hoping that it might help stabilize him and show enough deference.