[Kamikaze Chinchilla]

At first he wanted to scream after his fingers were left bare for a while because he feared getting an infection from the air particles. But was relieved with the ointment, despite how it stung him. So he watched quietly as she finished up and left the room, leaving him by himself with something that piqued his curiosity.

He staggered over to the table and sat down, with his knees drawn to his chest. He saw the food, and of course it made him hungrier than he was before just by being in its presence. Though he had been told never to touch such food since he was put into the position of a person that didn't deserve such luxuries. Instead, he would look for the scraps or possibly eat something else that was digestible, but not really considered food.

His eyes explored the surroundings, then looked at the doors. He knew such doors could be made from paper, which worked well as a filler. He didn't bother to get up and instead walked on all fours before reaching the door, and then used his long fingernails to claw out a piece of the door to eat.