Paris visibly brightens, his tail sweeping energetically from side to side, "Good! Good! Now, I'm actually uncertain as to the nature of my issue."
You blink, shock and confusion rendering you mute for a few moments before you manage to ask, "You mean that you don't know what is wrong with your own body?"
"Unfortunately, a side effect of heavily augmenting oneself with mechanical parts can lead to one not being certain as to the nature of some issues," Paris replies as he glances away from you, "That being said, I can determine the 'symptoms' of my issue."
You find yourself sighing, then waving a paw at him, "Do tell, I guess."
"My stomach region has been repeatedly making a gurgle-like sound, experiences a hollow, tightening-esqe sensation, and occasionally pesters me with a mild ache to dull pain. Does this sound familiar to you?"
You stare at him, your jaw going slack. Was he serious? "Um, yeah. Could you answer a question for me?"
"Potentially. Ask."
"When you..." you pause for a moment, then decide to use Paris's own words, "taste and process something, does your body actually put it to use?"
Paris tilts his head, as though he found your question odd, "Of course. That is a part of 'processing.' Why do you ask?"
"I'll explain in a moment. One more question. When was the last time you... uh, experimented on something?"
"Several days prior to our present meeting," Paris states, as though he was simply talking about an experiment in a lab and not wanton eating of everything that existed for a dubious purpose, "Will you explain why you are asking these questions?"
You nod, disbelief painting your face, "You're hungry."
"Hungry?" Paris murmurs the word as though it was the first time he'd heard it, "Hungry... Of course. My experiments have the convenience to double as food to maintain my body's faculties. If I stop experimenting, I shall starve... Hmm, it is most distracting, as well."
You shake your head. He honestly seems to not have realized he had been accidentally starving himself, "Well, now that you know that."
"A moment. I'd like to ask you for one more favor. Or, rather, an extension of the prior favor."
You sigh, "What is it?"
Paris gives you another sheepish look, then murmurs,
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