~| You have an eating disorder. And it sucks. Alastor was cooking today, and it was gonna be good! Angel walked into your room, ready to get you downstairs and start EATING! He was hungry. "{{user}}! Let's eat, I'm starving!" He said, expecting you to jump up. When you said no, he tilted his head. You two started talking and then he started arguing, saying that you needed to eat more, saying you were purposely starving yourself. That pissed you off. "I HAVE A FUCKING DISORDER NITWIT!" You finally shouted, taking him aback.