—Kitchen

@Meto TOP watched him as he drank. He sat quietly in case he was needed, Meto seemed okay as he drank. Watching again as Meto wrote, "Of course, I will get something really quick." Seunghyun nodded. He stood up getting a glass of apple juice and some crackers to hold Meto over until something could be made. He brought it back to Meto, "Here, I hope this is okay with Ruana, I can make something quickly if you want." He smiles slightly in a sign of peace. "I am more than happy to help you know." He nods softly. Now he was in pure help mode, wanting to make sure Meto gets the help he needs by food.

@TOP Ruana observed the man warily. Well, at least he was being helpful. Something he couldn't say of his little puppet. 'Meto, if he brought you water then you also have to take ahold of it and drink. Drink now.', she scolded and gave an exasperated sigh. As always, he did as told and reached for the glass, carefully, slowly he took a sip and immediately started to feel a little better. Ruana had not bothered to reply to the man who was now kneeling beside Meto, but it seemed he had to now that he required him once more. 'Meto put the glass down, you need to write again.'

RUANA SAYS TO BRING JUICE AND SOMETHING TO EAT.

@Meto Seunghyun watched him with worry and slight curiosity. He seen Meto look up at him with tired eyes. Meto seemed to mumble something, TOP could only pick up "Ruana" and "I." Seunghyun wondered who Ruana was, but his cuurent mission to help the boy was more important than his own curiosity. TOP watched him pull a note book out writing, as he held it up it practically made his curiosity burst. Nodding TOP got up getting some water for Meto, "Does Ruana think you will need help to drink? You were shaking pretty bad when you were writing." TOP knew not to ask many questions, it could only make a situation worse than what it was. He kneeled back beside the boy in hopes he can help. He took his jacket off carefully and watched the boy for his answer. He did that to show he didn't want to harm him, just to help. That he was genuinely worried for him.

@TOP Meto was still fairly alright and looked up at the man with exhausted eyes. His breathing was thin and fast and his body felt so, so heavy. 'Meto? Meto are you alright?', the child-like voice in his asked, clearly concerned. "Ruana I feel weird..", he admitted in a quiet voice. That person hovering above him had registered in his mind and the boy was now staring at him, but that was about it. "Help me Ruana", he mumbled once more. 'Are you worried? It's alright. This has happened before remember?' Stupid question, of course he didn't. She continued. 'Take out the notebook. I need to talk to him.', Ruana demanded and he obliged, with slow, shaking hands he reached into a pocket of his victorian-style dress and pulled out the notebook that was hidden within the folds. But writing proved to be quite hard and Meto needed to stop several times to take a break. Here's what he wrote: RUANA WANTS YOU TO GIVE METO SOMETHING TO DRINK.

@Meto TOP was a quiet person, a people watcher, part of his nature as a high school teacher. He has to watch teenagers and make sure no one is doing something stupid.. The moment he walked into the kitchen he seen Meto. A young boy he has seen around, but he has never approached. TOP always seen him alone in a corner or talking to himself. As a teacher it made him wonder what was going on in Meto's mind. The quiet nature that radiated off of Meto, the seemed to paler than usually, he didn't seem very well.

TOP seen him collapse to the ground and rushed over to see what happened. Kneeling down he studied Meto. "Are you awake?" He asks in hopes Meto will hear him and be fine. He waved his hand in front of Meto's face to get Meto's eyes to focus. Every amount of medical training he recieved as a teacher being put to use. Looking at Meto he tried to think of what he could do for the boy. To find out what caused him to collapse. TOP looked up at the cabinet above him. Meto must have been overly hungry and hasn't eaten anything. He needed to think of something to do.

Meto was usually like a ghost, a shadow that crept through life unnoticed. He didn't talk, didn't approach or meet anyone. He didn't really do anything at all, other than stare into nothingness and engage in ual activities. It was the only form of human contact Ruana allowed him. Why? On the one hand Meto it was like a reward system, to keep his energy levels down and the cross-dresser docile. On the other hand it was a form of punishment, for when he played the submissive, Ruana didn't let him partner with anyone but people she knew would really hurt him. Meto didn't mind, he was a masochist. But after every session the little part of him that could still feel, felt like crap and it contented him in a sick way.

Anyway, Meto was usually like a shadow. Now he was most definitely not. Cheeks flushed, expressionless eyes glazed over he stumbled into the kitchen. His glossy lips were parted slightly, hot, laboured breaths escaping him. Panting softly, his entire body trembling and paler than usual - if that was even possible - Meto clutched onto the counter with his free hand. He could barely stand. Once again, his metabolism was collapsing, a result of barely eating or drinking continuously. 'Open the closet and get anything edible out of there. You have to eat something quickly. And sit down.', Ruana instructed firmly. The female presence in the room wasn't even being registered. Shakily, the boy reached out for the handle and barely managed to pull it open before he collapsed on the ground.

/sighs and walks in,
pours a glass of wine, sit on a stool and looks threw a magazine/