“I’m Markus..”, Markus mumbled softly. He was still holding onto Ray, letting him carry him. Markus was pretty underweight, and thus also rather light. His stomach growled again, making him whimper softly.
„That‘s a lovely name.“he said softly. „Oh yeah food got it !“he said as he heard his stomach growled and moved to the kitchen. He settled Markus in a chair and placed a plate of the spaghetti he made and settled down with his own plate. „Hope you like it dear.“he said softly and started to eat
Markus looked a little helpless. “I- uhm… I…”, he started, gaze lowered and fiddling with his fingers.
“I’m blind..”, he mumbled quietly. He was a little scared to try and eat something. He didn’t know where the cutlery was, he only knew there was some sort of pasta in front of him, and he didn’t want to blindly reach out and feel around and hurt himself, or break something.
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