![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Ponyboy stayed still, low and crouched to the ground beside the door to the darkened school, as he watched Curly strut forward towards an unsuspecting prey lured to the school to break in for test answers for an upcoming test.
His teeth hurt and his throat was sore from crying during his turning that was begging for him to just lunge out and sink his teeth right at the jugular, but he'd been told to stay where he was so that was what he was going to do; so that Curly could catch them their meal and not alert anyone to unseemly activities.
The shallow breathing that Ponyboy was still mimicking despite not needing to breathe was not helping the matter and he kept swallowing around nothing as he waited, aching with anticipation of finally being full, of finally not hurting or feeling so cold.
