Hearts kept cutting, leaving the pile of fabric and stuffing desolate.
Food was pushed into their room on a little pink tray. There were two bowls of something that looked like cold stew. Rag Doll reached it first, sneering disgustedly at it. Hearts sat back, seeing what he would do with it. He threw his own bowl at the wall, watching the glass shatter, and the food slide gruesomely down, then reached for the other.
"Wait," Hearts said, but he didn't. He threw her bowl against the wall, too. Her lips pursed. In the silence, her stomach growled.
"You know," she said. "Some of us are human here. Or at least close enough. We can't all live on stuffing." She started her cutting again.
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