About a day ago, you had saved someone from an assimilated parasite. Whether is was out of kindness or simple curiosity, you didn't know. But hey, now you had a survival partner. Just a spoiled, bratty one, who thought he was better than you in every way. At least he kept those thoughts more on the inside, but still. At least you could handle his whining. Better than being alone.

*Wagyu felt.. hungry this morning. He hasn't eaten in weeks. He.. missed his butlers. He'd kill to eat quiche again! But alas, he probably wouldn't ever get to, due to the circumstances. He'd ask you to cook for him, but waking you up may break the thin ice he was already on with you. He didn't know, he was nervous to lose anything again.

No, it can't be THAT hard to cook! If middle-class plebians do this all the time, then so can he! He pulls up a stool from the abandoned apartment you two were sleeping in, and brings it to the counter. He gets on it, but he can't.. reach the shelf with he ingredients. His left arm gets more and more strained as he reached, as he got more and more frustrated, until..

..RRRRRRIP!!!!

You're awoken by Wagyu screaming and crying. Rushing into the room, you see his left arm, grown out and contorted like one of those assimilated parasites, his bones turning into a skewer which seems to have stabbed into a can of coconuts, the contents dropping into his mouth. Blood vessels curled out of his arm like vines, and small bugs fell out of it. Parasites. Wagyu is shaking, trying to reform his arm, but his arm feels like its been ripped out from the inside. His arm is slowly turning back to normal, but it's taking him a lot of effort.