"So..another day of staring at the wall?"
"...Yes so stop bothering me."
"My bad my bad!"
Visio lounged on the floor, lazily watching Ruby as she sat on the bed, staring.
He wondered what truly went on in her mind during these long hours. How interesting must it be, if she could spend hours at a time doing it?
Pure imagination.
This was something very attractive to him.
So he couldn't help himself but interrupt her again.
"Say."
"...what now."
"What is it you imagine anyway?"
Surprised by this sudden question, she turned to him.
"Just…delusions."
"Like me?"
"None of my delusions are as annoying as you."
She threw a pillow into his face.
"...Just..delusions of a better present..a different present."
Pulling the pillow off his face, Visio could have sworn that Ruby's expression grew complicated for but a split second.
"I'm hungry. It's time for my meal."
But before he could ask her to elaborate, she had gotten up from bed, heading into the kitchen.
"You know, dining Together like this..it's almost like a date!"
He joked as he sat opposite her, while they were unpacking their heated frozen dinners.
"...say something disgusting like that again and I will take away your dinner."
"Whaaaat~ but wouldn't that mean you're taking away your own dinner? Since I am just a delusion of yours and all.."
"You…fine..I really wonder if I should seek a psychiatrist..delusions are one thing but why is mine so strangely.."
She observed him elegantly eating his cheap dinner, the plastic fork and knife cast the illusion of being made of silver, the cheap dinner being a gourmet meal. His table manners were immaculate even to her low-born eyes.
Lowborn eyes? What a strange way to think of it. He was her delusion. So surely he was only acting this way because she also innately had the knowledge in her mind.
She attempted to copy Visio's table manners as a test.
"Pft..what is that..are you attempting to dissect your meal? This isn't a high school lab experiment, don't play with your food!"
A barrage of insults that made Ruby's face go red.
She dropped her utensils and picked up the plate of reheated refried microwave frozen food, shoveling right into her mouth.
"I'm done!"
Huffing she went back to her room.
Visio overheard a light mumble of..
"If he could do it, why can't I? He's just a delusion..a reflection of my subconscious..ugh..asshole.."
Visio blinked in surprise.
Was she..trying to copy him?
That was..strangely adorable?
This host of his had a remarkably interesting side to her, aside from her skill in imagination.
"Hm..but if she really wants to learn proper table manners..these meals..lack the right class.."
He observed his half eaten miserable looking dinner.
He would have to do something about this.