"You wish, you pervy old man!" He says while pointing his finger accusingly at Guangyao. Only to stop at the sight of the offered food and slowly scoot closer again. "... Just cause I'm taking this doesn't mean I forgive you."

It was true, though. Gojyo was skinny for his musculature, height, and build. It had been getting better over the past year, his body filling in slightly. But years of harsh survival conditions made it so that he was reasonably straggly.

"Didn't know you could do that. Qi-manipulation, right?"

He had a friend back home who was able to do such things. Perhaps a friend he had grown too reliant on considering his current state and how he happened to end up like this.