Fire Ring × Broken Spawn (Part 2)

Spawn was wearing a long gray T-shirt that reached just above the knee. His hair was disheveled, he was thin, and his eyes were tear-stained. Ring mentally cursed himself for having decided to go to Spawn's house to check on him. But Spawn still stood there, transfixed. Suddenly, Ring's hand appeared before his eyes, snapping its fingers to get his attention. Spawn shook his head and looked into Ring's eyes. He heard his voice, which didn't seem to hold any negativity. "Are you even in this universe? Okay, never mind. I came here to see how you were, but as I can see, you're not in your right mind." Ring said, and silently entered Spawn's apartment, leaving him confused. He placed some kind of package on the sofa table and turned to Spawn, who was closing the door. "I can guess why you're in this state. Can't you seriously just forget my words and move on with your life?" Ring's words made the spawn pause, but he was glad he'd come to visit. “I-” Spawn faltered, but was immediately interrupted. "Tell me now, when was the last time you ate? Your arms are already like sticks on strings!" Ring grabbed Spawn by the wrist, raising his hand in the air. Spawn's heart skipped a beat when he felt Ring's touch on himself. After a long time.

"I...?" Uh... the guy didn't know what to say. He really hadn't been eating much lately. It was as if he'd lost his appetite completely after that incident. Ring gave the spawn a disapproving look and sighed heavily. He walked up to him and took him by the shoulders. "No matter what happens, you have to eat, understand?" Ring said a little sternly, but there was a note of excitement in his voice. Spawn nodded a couple of times, still standing in shock from the contact. He felt so good to feel his touch again, as if he were being brushed by warm gusts of wind, urging him to go for a walk outside. While Spawn was thinking, they had already sat him down on the couch, and Ring was pulling out various small buns from a paper bag, which he really loved.