boy is hungerey, give him fOOND
Narancia's kind of used to having food, kind of not as panicky about it as he used to be, but it's still chilling in the split second between Buccellati taking away the glass of grape soda and replacing it with grape juice, or tugging Narancia's fifth bag of chips out of his hands and pressing an apple into them instead. Narancia knows he's not going to starve - he'd probably get shot before he'd have the chance, now - but there's knowing about food and there's having it in his grip, and he knows which one feels safe and which one sets his heart pounding. It's Fugo, strangely, who notices this, who brings it up ("hey, Buccellati doesn't mean you can't have the food, you know, just that you should take care of yourself") and it takes a minute to process, the first time, when Buccellati says "hold that in one hand" and it takes a while for Narancia to break the habit of hunching over his food, clutching it in both hands, but then one day Narancia is drinking something sweet and fizzy with one hand and turning the page in his boring math book with the other when Buccellati takes away the book and replaces it with a glass of iced tea. And suddenly, it's easy to make the trade, book for tea, soda for book, especially when Buccellati smiles so warmly and offers to help him study.
