[ ... he really...... honestly isn't sure what to make of this kid at all. but. his shoulders relax somewhat as he gives a kind of half-sigh, half-hearted laugh. ]
I don't know what you're asking me about Lucifel for, then. It seems like you know him well enough already.
You don't have to tell me to do either of those things. ...... but I'm glad to hear that you care about him so much.
Ahaha, don't get too carried away there! I'm only asking as a concerned boss.
Aaaanywho, I bet you're hungry, right? I still want to know your thoughts on Whisky, no matter how harsh they may be, but I'll save that for later. If there's a later! Neeheehee, I'm not exactly sure how this will work.
[he abruptly gets out of the chair, going to mess around with the table]
I don't know how I feel about him anymore. [ mutters, but... he's not actually willing to linger on that topic for long. he just thought, maybe... if there's no "next time", then... ]
Seriously? Are they trying to appeal to the nerdy kaijuu lovers crowd? Or maybe furries. . .hey, is that what you call monster fuckers? I'm not sure!
[moving plates around!! Hm. Taps at his chin, seemingly dissatisfied.
!!
Goes to another table, and finds a big silver platter. Yesssss. Coming back with it to set on the table. And it's brief, but he might notice his hands are trembling, if only for a moment.]
No, no, fights are such a pain, we're not degenerates here. Besides, you don't need to work up an appetite, do you?
............... [ he's completely quiet as he watches C wander around. he feels restless-- hungry, certainly-- but he's been surrounded by restless anxiety for the entire game it feels like, and this isn't much different. ]
C....
[ as his eyes follow him around the room. ... until settling on that platter, as it meets the table. ]
.... . . . "Cute Boss". [ maybe not. ... maybe he should think of a better name, later. ]
[s-snickers at that name, but isn't going to protest it. then begins emptying his pockets. Sooome leftover Halloween candy, lettuce from some rations, maybe some cherry tomatoes??? Yeah candy and rations make a good garnish, why not. On to the platter it goes.]
Sorry, I just don't have the heart to say it.
[because it still falls under gag rule, but, he figures it should be obvious.
[ why the fuck would you carry those things in your pocket you absolute nutcase
that answer is more than enough to solidify the heavy weight in his stomach.
the climbing on top of the table is just overkill at this point. ]
.... this isn't a game. [ but his voice goes lower, resembling a growl as he steps closer to the table, fingers balled into fists. red markings starting to crawl up his arms, which begin to elongate and morph into something stronger, resembling paws. ]
[off his scarf goes, with a single motion--one hand holding it, the other revealing a elaborate, very sharp, very shiny pocket knife. But even with trembling hands, he brings it to his neck]
Nee-heehee! It was nice chatting with you, Loki! Remember to chew with your mouth closed, alright? There are children watching this!
C------- [ he stops cold in his tracks when he sees that knife go to his throat.
he can't move. even if he could move, he wouldn't be able to move fast enough to stop him. and even if he could... what would be the point?
still. watches in horror as C draws a red line from one end of his throat to the other. and after that, his movements seem too slow and too sluggish as he closes the distance across the table, grabbing for C's arm to pull him across towards him.
what the fuck. what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck ]
Why would you--!? [ he gasps out, completely shaken, but of course he's not getting an answer because C slit his own damn throat right in front of him and he's dead now. ]
[ ................. at least C being dead means that he doesn't have to watch or know as Loki just. stands there with him sprawled over the table for a good long moment, C's wrist still caught in his hand though the knife is long dropped and gone by now.
and his face transforms into a doglike muzzle as clawed paw-hands bring the boy's arm to his mouth,
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I don't know what you're asking me about Lucifel for, then. It seems like you know him well enough already.
You don't have to tell me to do either of those things. ...... but I'm glad to hear that you care about him so much.
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Aaaanywho, I bet you're hungry, right? I still want to know your thoughts on Whisky, no matter how harsh they may be, but I'll save that for later. If there's a later! Neeheehee, I'm not exactly sure how this will work.
[he abruptly gets out of the chair, going to mess around with the table]
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I don't know how I feel about him anymore. [ mutters, but... he's not actually willing to linger on that topic for long. he just thought, maybe... if there's no "next time", then... ]
We're supposed to fight, I think.
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[moving plates around!! Hm. Taps at his chin, seemingly dissatisfied.
!!
Goes to another table, and finds a big silver platter. Yesssss. Coming back with it to set on the table. And it's brief, but he might notice his hands are trembling, if only for a moment.]
No, no, fights are such a pain, we're not degenerates here. Besides, you don't need to work up an appetite, do you?
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C....
[ as his eyes follow him around the room. ... until settling on that platter, as it meets the table. ]
.... . . . "Cute Boss". [ maybe not. ... maybe he should think of a better name, later. ]
Are you AlcheME's heart?
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[s-snickers at that name, but isn't going to protest it. then begins emptying his pockets. Sooome leftover Halloween candy, lettuce from some rations, maybe some cherry tomatoes??? Yeah candy and rations make a good garnish, why not. On to the platter it goes.]
Sorry, I just don't have the heart to say it.
[because it still falls under gag rule, but, he figures it should be obvious.
CLIMBING ON THE TABLE]
Do you know how to play rock, paper, scissors?
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that answer is more than enough to solidify the heavy weight in his stomach.
the climbing on top of the table is just overkill at this point. ]
.... this isn't a game. [ but his voice goes lower, resembling a growl as he steps closer to the table, fingers balled into fists. red markings starting to crawl up his arms, which begin to elongate and morph into something stronger, resembling paws. ]
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he probably has like glass and shit in hidden pockets too, don't. don't eat his cape, there might be a furby hatchling in it.
Tilts his head waaaatching that transformation, eyes widening a bit. He brings his hands up to remove his scarf.]
Aaah, how scary! You must be really hungry--I just wanted to "lose" properly, is all. I'm no good at that game, see.
But oh well, no time for that.
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[off his scarf goes, with a single motion--one hand holding it, the other revealing a elaborate, very sharp, very shiny pocket knife. But even with trembling hands, he brings it to his neck]
Nee-heehee! It was nice chatting with you, Loki! Remember to chew with your mouth closed, alright? There are children watching this!
[and with only another moment's of hesitation
he sure is slitting his own throat]
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he can't move. even if he could move, he wouldn't be able to move fast enough to stop him. and even if he could... what would be the point?
still. watches in horror as C draws a red line from one end of his throat to the other. and after that, his movements seem too slow and too sluggish as he closes the distance across the table, grabbing for C's arm to pull him across towards him.
what the fuck. what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck ]
Why would you--!? [ he gasps out, completely shaken, but of course he's not getting an answer because C slit his own damn throat right in front of him and he's dead now. ]
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and his face transforms into a doglike muzzle as clawed paw-hands bring the boy's arm to his mouth,
thanks ... for the meal....... ]