*pairo gladly takes kurapika's hand, the warmth of his touch grounding him in the absence of his other senses. he sits down and waits to hear the plate meet the tabletop before tentatively reaching for the fork.*

i'll try...

*scooping off some of the cake, he brings it to his lips, pausing to sniff the odorless chunk with apprehension. just as he'd feared, it's like clay on his tongue, a gooey lump with no flavor at all. his mouth forms a frown as he plods through chewing it, disappointment sinking his heart.*

nothing...