[static sounds and then crackles into some level of clarity. there is the sound of something scraping in the background, the dull thud of something hitting the floor and when Eros speaks, it is unnatural and broken, words wheezed as if his lips no longer wished to form them, voice sounding
wet.]
I...
I... hungry.
very. need. [Incoherent too, as his brain has begun to degenerate to a point he can't articulate what he wants to say, the words don't come to him. Anymore. His breaths catch unevenly for a moment and there is another thud as his radio cuts on; same station, 30s, and another
little tune plays until the end and the voice post trails into silence and in the background you hear a door click shut.]
{ooc; he's on the prowl 8) there will be no replies, obviously, but feel free to respond. ♥}