[Mark is nowhere near the food, right now, as far away from it as possible. There's a single slice of cake on his plate, and he's staring at it, apparently with fierce concentration.
The cake isn't really the problem. Gorge is the problem, the splinter of him that drives him to excess, and although he's been in therapy for a while now, knows some ways to divert the Black Gang... the stress of being dragged here, and the temptation of an entire table of food unguarded is making it a little difficult.]
One slice, for now. Another one later, if we behave.
[Negotiating with himself out loud might not be the best plan, but he kind of needs it right now.]
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[Mark is nowhere near the food, right now, as far away from it as possible. There's a single slice of cake on his plate, and he's staring at it, apparently with fierce concentration.
The cake isn't really the problem. Gorge is the problem, the splinter of him that drives him to excess, and although he's been in therapy for a while now, knows some ways to divert the Black Gang... the stress of being dragged here, and the temptation of an entire table of food unguarded is making it a little difficult.]
One slice, for now. Another one later, if we behave.
[Negotiating with himself out loud might not be the best plan, but he kind of needs it right now.]