[A particularly strange fellow had been lingering on the sidelines, watching the werebear devour a civilian on the street. If Korekiyo's oddly calm mannerisms concerning this grisly scene aren't off-putting enough, his particular attire paired with the thick makeup on his face and the way his clothes hung off his skeletal body would be enough to concern any human who got a closer look at him.
But what does that matter? He's more interested in the bear's rambling, more content at picking out the bits of information the other monster carelessly throws out into the open. A former vampire... At least 400 years old... Clearly unhappy with the changes. Kiyo could sympathize with that last part- He always found his new, undead existence to be something of a cruel joke.
Then again, the bear has provided enough conversation material to take his mind off his own misery.]
You know, the technology in Ryslig is advanced enough to provide us with blenders. Perhaps you could make smoothies out of your victims to ease the transition to solid food?
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But what does that matter? He's more interested in the bear's rambling, more content at picking out the bits of information the other monster carelessly throws out into the open. A former vampire... At least 400 years old... Clearly unhappy with the changes. Kiyo could sympathize with that last part- He always found his new, undead existence to be something of a cruel joke.
Then again, the bear has provided enough conversation material to take his mind off his own misery.]
You know, the technology in Ryslig is advanced enough to provide us with blenders. Perhaps you could make smoothies out of your victims to ease the transition to solid food?