[ Spoken in a calm enough tone as he giggles at the thought of setting a house on fire. He hasn't done that in the entire time that he's been here. His tail gives a little wag. Maybe the fire would catch onto other houses -- his eyes start to shine with the thought of everything burning.
But he pauses in those fantasies. ]
Hm? [ His eyes dart from side to side, mulling over the question quickly. A good question. Is he willing to sew this person up when he could just as easily bask in the scent of blood and pain that he's in? Maybe? He squints. ] Oh. I suppose I do. [ Death, death, death, death, afternoon tea, death, death -- his day does get a little full. Most of those are fantasized murders but still, it takes up a day to think of how he could possibly convey his love to a friend through violence and bleeding pieces.
One never knows when they're going to have to murder their friends. ]
But I can make some time. You're someone in need, yes? Yes. [ A beat. Because, speaking of killing: ] Do you think that I won't kill you? You're very calm. It makes me think you have an unrealistic idea of me. I'm wanting to be helpful but at the same time... I'd rather not be thought too positively. It's a paradox? Is that the word I am seeking, I wonder?
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[ Spoken in a calm enough tone as he giggles at the thought of setting a house on fire. He hasn't done that in the entire time that he's been here. His tail gives a little wag. Maybe the fire would catch onto other houses -- his eyes start to shine with the thought of everything burning.
But he pauses in those fantasies. ]
Hm? [ His eyes dart from side to side, mulling over the question quickly. A good question. Is he willing to sew this person up when he could just as easily bask in the scent of blood and pain that he's in? Maybe? He squints. ] Oh. I suppose I do. [ Death, death, death, death, afternoon tea, death, death -- his day does get a little full. Most of those are fantasized murders but still, it takes up a day to think of how he could possibly convey his love to a friend through violence and bleeding pieces.
One never knows when they're going to have to murder their friends. ]
But I can make some time. You're someone in need, yes? Yes. [ A beat. Because, speaking of killing: ] Do you think that I won't kill you? You're very calm. It makes me think you have an unrealistic idea of me. I'm wanting to be helpful but at the same time... I'd rather not be thought too positively. It's a paradox? Is that the word I am seeking, I wonder?