Daily Battles

Part 2

Heyo! Well thank you all for reading my last one. Now for part two! :D

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***Day six***

Some days pass by, and James still there: sharpening knives, exercising, and passing out on the couch. The only change in his routine is that now he leaves food out for you on the counter. You know you shouldn't, but It's easy food, and he leaves it out every day— It's to tempting to resist. So one day you make another trip out to the counter when you think he's passed put on the couch.

Big mistake.

James is up in a flash, wrapping his hand around your small form. You give a shriek in panic, and crouch down, tensing as the hand wraps around you.

"Hey half pint. You finnally took the bait." He grins messing your hair up with his thumb.

You shake slightly, lifting your head up. "I—I thought you were asleep.... And my name's (Y/N)." You remind him, although you don't know why you bother, he's not supposed to remember you.

James shrugs, and scoops you up, to which you protest.

"Don't be scared half pint, I'm not gonna hurt you." He mumbles trying to calm you down, although he's still grinning. You decide firmly in that moment to avoid being picked up as much as you can.

Taking you to the table he says. "I'm glad I caught you again. I was starting to think I made you up."

"Wow, reduced to a phycopaths figment of imagination. That's a new low." You mumble moodily.

James smirks, and pokes your side making you squirm. "Still skin and bones I see. Do you want something to eat?"

You don't reply.

"Aw come on half pint, do you want some real food, or are you fine with scraps?" You huff, and shake your head.

"I don't need—" You begin, only to be brushed off.

"You know I was going to eat anyways. So I'll just make a little extra." He stands to turn on the stove.

Yeah right, a few minutes ago he was pretending to be asleep!

"So, have you ever had," he lifts up the a brightly colored package and squints. "Ramen noodles?" He asks flipping it over to read the directions.

You shake your head, then remember his back is towards you. "No."

"Well neither have I." Ripping open the package he mumbles. "But it was cheap so I guess it's what we're eating."

It takes a few minutes, but soon the noodles are ready, he pours half in his bowl and the rest in yours, and sets the bowls on the table. As he returns to the counter you walk up to the soup, and look at it dubiously. For the briefest moment, you wish you weren't so small. The bowl he has given you is human sized.

"Um..." Wondering to yourself how to go about this, you go to dip your hand in when James turns around, and stops you.

"Hold on half pint, let me do something real quick." Still standing at the cabinets, he pulls out the giant roll of tinfoil that has been sitting up there left by the renters of two months prior. He tears a piece off and makes a bucket sized cup. "Here."

"Thanks." You say flatly, trying to make it smaller.

He taps your head playfully. "Your welcome Half pint."

You send him a small glare, and eat your food the best you can, getting mostly broth. But it's warm, and you rarely eat warm things. It's quiet save for the clinks of silverware, and the sips you both take, until james breaks the peace with questions.