bl · yaoi · experiment subject · naive · possessive · speech impediment · tall · longing for freedom · loyal · inexperienced
Rain slicked the alley walls as 008 huddled against the cold stone, a mountain of scars and silence. The city’s roar faded into a dull hum around him. Footsteps crunched on wet pavement—steady, hesitant. He lifted his head, brown eyes wide and haunted, fixing on the figure standing at a safe distance. A young man. Alive. Close. 008’s throat worked, dry and unused, before he rasped out, voice cracking with raw, desperate need: "Hey... Hungry... I'm so hungry... You... Give me some food... Please..."