"Ugh, I'm starving."
Riku held a hand against his stomach and grimaced. It was way past dinnertime on Destiny Islands, he had to figure—had he really gone a whole 24 hours without eating? He'd had plenty of water, at least, but… as he walked through the hallways of the dilapidated castle again, he came to a standstill, overlooking the broken, peeling walls.
There was a kitchen here, before.
Colored light blue with mahogany cabinets and drawers, if he stood on his tiptoes, he could just barely see a box in the corner. Frowning, he glanced behind him before he pulled himself up, climbing over the broken concrete and shattered wood, peering at a little slate box.
Of the entire kitchen, it looked to be the only thing that survived whatever <i>happened</i> here—Riku frowned and heaved his body against a beam that was blocking the door, and glanced behind it. Looked like it was still hooked up to whatever electric system went through this dim, drafty castle… with a cursory glance into the box, it confirmed what he'd thought: it was an icebox. It was pretty small, just up to his waist, nothing like a real fridge—but more than enough.
"Can't believe it's empty," he sighed in dismay. "What does she <i>eat</i>?"
<i>Souls, probably</i>. Riku barely stifled his snort.
With a bit more rummaging and a few bruises, scrapes and splinters from the debris, Riku freed a few cabinets and drawers. At the least there were plenty of utensils and kitchenware…
The prize, of course, was finally being able to free the pantry.
There was no way he'd be able to clean up this place on his own… the stove still had a full-sized plank of wood weighing down on it, and on top of that was concrete. He had no hope of actually moving that on his own… maybe if he had a Keyblade, but—
His eyes drifted down and away, bitter jealousy biting at the back of his throat like bile.
"Whatever," he told himself, wrenching the door open to the pantry and flicking a light on.
Looked like a few things had molded—bread, mostly—but most of the dried goods were okay…
"Date, date," he told himself, reaching for a bag that seemed to have dried beans. The good thing about whoever had lived in this castle before—<i>obviously</i> it wasn't Maleficent—was that they'd labelled and dated everything.
He made a face as he found the date, written in ink on a tag. "Do beans expire? Ugh, there's no way I'm eating these..."
His stomach growled loudly in despair, and Riku groaned along with it, crouching down and holding his hands against his stomach.
He could either eat something in here—that was way past expired, or he could continue to grow hungry.
"No telling if I'd get sick," he told himself, watching the dark green mold that had overtaken a large piece of what looked like crusty bread, and just gagging at the thought of having to eat anything like that.
He'd go hungry. For now.
If he was going to see other worlds, there had to be food there.