Sing to me, I am not doing well
Getting tired of my own words
A light shrug indicated a certain indifference towards such things as personal enjoyment. Perhaps she shouldn't be surprised that Hadama would care about it, but she found it amusing that out of all the things, food was where he chose to begin. Getting tired of my own words
"I mean... I've spent most of the time in a shift or other. As long as it's bloody neither the crow nor the tiger care about flavor." The bloodlust of her people forced her to hunt whether she enjoyed it or not, and undoubtedly it had kept her in better condition than back when she'd been Ascended. Or even Abandoned.
When Hadama began to head for the exit, she hesitated only for a moment before following. Darting back to the alcove where she had been hiding, she snatched up a pack and hurried to catch up.
"What are we looking for?"
Sing to me, cause I can't hear myself
through the loudness of my own hurts
through the loudness of my own hurts
base inspired by Odd <3
