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The grumble had eased into a silence, though his eyes had not opened. There was something about that song that she had beneath her breath. It set a premonition into his bones, sent a shudder that he did not express down his spine. The blacks and whites of his body shifted, his hold still about the human in his arms. A slow release of air in a prolonged sigh before those sockets finally slide open.

"*hm... well, just for a moment, let's be still." The words slipped from him and for a moment he had to pause. A strange look in his eyes before he relaxed again. What was said had been said and there was nothing left but to take it all in stride now. All the weight in those words hung there in the back of his mind. Breathed into a life of their own and curled up tight in his chest. "*a new day, a new start?"

A soft titter skipped out of her, muffled as she bit her lips together in hopes to stifle the sound as best as she could. There was a soft melody she chose to croon, beginning as a hum and growing into a breathy tune of her singsong voice, murmured out more than anything. 

“Say you’ll remember me…Standing in a nice dress, staring at the sunset babe…Red lips and rosy cheeks… Say you’ll see me again even if it’s just in your wildest dreams…” A soft kiss planted on the edge of his jaw, taking in the unusual smell that was all his own. It may have been an unusual scent, something that may even have been disconcerting to most, but it was his scent and that made her appreciate it all the more. Slender digits laced themselves about his neck, nestling flesh to bone. 

“Time to wake up, Tuqburni…”

#friskallgrown #text #c; bone tracks #//Cause why not #//Also cause feels

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The skeleton slept on. Though it wasn't exactly the most peaceful of sleep. The way his teeth clenched, seeming to grit against each other before jaws relaxed again. Once again, the train called, and this time, an eye snapped open. Unfocused as it rolled about to the front where the whistle sounded then back over to the human where it slowly blinked. Tried to focus and failed as the socket slid back shut again. A low grumble that came from him.

He was awake... He wasn't awake. A half asleep skeleton that shifted his weight, tugged the human he had in his hold tighter against him as he grumbled. Grumbled. A down to earth grumble of a man who clearly did not want to wake but had to.

That shrill cry of the train stirred her, a tip of her head as one sapphire eye slid open to peer begrudgingly at one of the windows in that lounge, focusing on the flickering scenery and the haze that rolled by just on the other side of that glass. A yawn stretched her jaws, soft mewl of breath slipping out before those pearly whites clacked shut and her attention could turn to her companion. 

She twisted, releasing his hand and wriggling herself around in the sea of covers that looked haphazardly about them, only satisfied once she found herself laying to face him. Regarding him through heavy lids, a hand slid up to trace along the edge of his jaw, palm flattening there and letting warm fingertips brush his cheekbone. 

She wouldn’t speak. Not yet. Just watch him slumber, nestled comfortably in his arms.

#friskallgrown #text #c; bone tracks #//quietly putting this here

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It was only as he had settled back down again that he was content enough. Her body against his, his hand in her grasp. There was a contented rumble there. The purr rolling over his body as he nuzzled into her hair. A soft breath, warm as it was, against her head as his eyes finally shut.

Finally starting to fall asleep. At least for a little while until the lights were too bright again. Even then, he seemed to have buried himself into the blanket. Against her warmth as his own body seemed to have cooled as he slept. He didn't seem likely to wake on his own either. At least, not this morning. Even as the train was rolling out steam and whistled. Almost as if an alarm was going off.

Frisk had noticed, even in those dwindling moments of sleep, the absence of the others presence when it came time for him to make the familiar transition from one shape to the other. Eagerly welcoming the warmth once again as her hands sought out his arms, body pressing back into his bones with a contented mumble of words that were so incoherent that they harshly fell above a groggy purr.

A tip of her head, hand following up his arm to blindly feel out the side of his skull, reassuring herself it was him. Yes, it was him.. she could tell by the way he felt, the heat that he gave out, and she just knew. This was hers. This was her Tuqburni.

Pulling one of his hands up to meet her lips, she planted a few slow kisses upon the bones, nuzzling her tan face into it before holding it up to her chest, nearly pinning it there among the bunched covers as slumber began to reel her back into its comfortable embrace. Even on the cool ground, the hard surface that dug into her hip and would likely leave a kink in her neck, this felt like… home.

#friskallgrown #text #c; bone tracks #//Screaming forever #//For what comes up after this #//Forever and a half

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There was no sleep for the large monster. Not tonight. That right eye kept open as he continued watching her through the night. As the short hours of darkness passed and the lights started to cycle back from its dimness. The blue tinged glow starting to slowly brighten. Lighting up the lounge till the time of dark started to pass.

The change back was never as painful. Something about the way his bones knitted instead if cracked. Tongues and teeth reshaping into something more compact and familiar. Not the most pleasant of experiences, but at least it wasn't that implosion of his skull. Though he's not sure if he'll ever get used to changing from feet to hooves. His body sore in that way it often was, he felt a lot older than he should have. A low rumble in his throat as he pushed himself from where he was curled. Clambering over the sheets that covered the human. *His* human. Even if he should not put such a claim, his tired mind insisted.

The warmth is his body against her. Unbothered by the cool of the lounge as heat radiated from him still. He closed his eyes and breathed. Unable to quite shake a feeling of dread that settled into his bones. It still wouldn't even as true day started to creep in on them.

An appreciative smile, weakened with fatigue, was offered towards him through the darkness, heaving out a content sigh as those eyes finally slid fully shut with the warming sensation of his tongue gliding over exposed face. A subtle shift, a hand coming to rest atop the edge of his that rested over her, as if to reassure herself he’d stay there even after her vision no longer proved it. 

“Goodnight, Tuqburni…”

The gravity of slumber was already pulling at her, tugging her in slow waves like the lapping tide of the sea, her breath shallow as she finally succumbed to that grogginess once again, lulled to sleep under his protective watch.

#friskallgrown #text #c; bone tracks #//Tired noises

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He shifted, his bulk in between the chairs. Wary and careful of his fangs that stretched along where his chest would usually be. His clawed hand finding it's way about the human that seemed so small now next to him. Careful, that was what he was, near enough to be warm, but not close enough to hurt with fangs and tongues. A forearm pressed gently against her as he let out a soft rumble.

A tongue, thick as it was, slid out from his jaws, flicked over her face. Slowly and carefully, affection and wariness all at once. His left eyes slide shut, leaving that void in his skull as the right kept fixed on her. The Conductor seemed content enough to lay here, even if he didn't quite sleep. Not yet, watching over the soft and almost squishy human.

The blankets were gathered up about her, snagging that pillow right up so that she could ease down onto the floor beside him, wherever there had been a gap large enough between the seats for her to fit that he wouldn’t have already filled. It may have been awkward, both sitting on the floor in the lounge where space permitted and the actual act of attempting to cuddle with that monstrosity of a creature he had turned himself into, but the human refused to have it any other way.

Nestling down against the ground and scrunching the pillow beneath her head, a hand patted the ground in a silent request for him to make himself more comfortable. Another soft quiver ran the length of her body, attempting to collect her warmth as the floor radiated a significantly cooler temperature, allowing it to seep up through the blankets and into her. It would only take a moment, though, before her eyelids grew heavy once more, lidding her mismatched gaze as she peered lazily at him.

#friskallgrown #text #c; bone tracks #//There are no answers to be found here #//Just monster cuddles

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The large skeleton had to find a moment and way to turn about in the room that would allow him to leave after she had stepped out of the room. It hadn't quite been easy, his shoulder blades and teeth had almost gotten snagged on the bed at multiple times and that tail certainly didn't help. Still, this was his train, his home and he's probably gotten into weirder locations before. Not that he noticed the way bones compressed about to let him crawl through the doors. It was simply the way that it was done.

He rattled into the lounge, and rattled it was. The movement of teeth against each other as he found himself in a space much more forgiving to his size. Tongues resting lazily on rib like teeth in his greater mouth, one of them lazily trailing down to wrap about the top of his femur. He had bruised himself once, and now looking at him here, it was easy to tell how he managed such a feat. Half crouched, half crawling his way next next to Frisk as he slowly let out a breath.

It would have been a little more than obvious after he attempted to find a position around her that the dynamics of the room simply would not allow it. An appreciative smile before she drew the covers about herself, easing carefully from beneath his potentially dangerous grasp and snagging a pillow on her way to her feet.

“Lets go find some place to lay in the lounge, tuq. It’s bigger there.”

Never mind the fact he was nude or that she was wrapped in not but a blanket, she almost eagerly moved to slide the door to get cabin open with a hiss and make her way out into the hall, not giving him the option to protest lest he wanted to find himself left alone in the room.

No, she had made up her mind pretty quickly and decisive steps carried her into the familiar lounge, peering tiredly across the large room as she let her pillow rest stop an empty table, waiting with surprising patience considering the hour. With the chill of leaving her bed, she could feel the softest of shivers rolling over herself.

#friskallgrown #text #c; bone tracks #//Because cuddles are amazing #//Even if they're with strange large monsters #//GDI Con

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The teeth of his greater mouth were overlapping. Tongues too, from the arch of his spine. Those eyes fixed upon the human on the bed, nested in those sheets. He considered, but even as he weighed his choice, his body was already acting. Always a little more out of control, always a little more on inpulse in this form.

The shift of his large bulk as a hoof found it's way beneath the bed, the other curled up in a strange place. Careful of teeth and tongues as the large monster pressed a claw arm into the bed, wrapped fingers carefully about her. Resting that skull amost against the edge of the sheets as he rolled out a low questioning growl.

It seemed he was quite unsure as to how to go about this. His large bulk already awkwardly situated in the room, much less a bed that was never meant to really fit more than perhaps two people when they were close.

She didn’t look away. She likely couldn’t have even if she wished to. This was part of who he was and although the human couldn’t stifle the tangible chill that ran down her spine at the chain of jilted snaps and cracks that reassembled his form into that behemoth of s monster, it wasn’t disgust in her eyes but sympathy.

By the time he was fully reformed, a dull ache of compassion had taken residence in her chest, fist clutching covers instinctively to her body as muscles finally eased beneath the silence. Those words, snaking their way into her mind, was something else to behold. A feeling of violation and get sending shivers rolling over her lithe frame, a soft puff of air escaping her lips.

“I don’t mind, tuq.”

She would have eased herself back down onto her side, allowing the covers to pool over her comfortingly before slender arms raised towards him, a silent gesture that begged him to still allow her in his arms, even if they were significantly larger now.

#friskallgrown #text #c; bone tracks #//I got no idea #//Why is Frisk fine with this at all? #//Why #//Welp

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It never took long, not once it started. It was not a sight that he really wanted to share though. The way things shifted, that bones would crack to reform over and over again until he was almost trice the size he normally was. Claws wrapped about his skull as that tail clutched at a leg. Pain, the blinding sort that went through his skull. Something about the way that crack tore apart, collasped into itself and bled out red. Something about the way his lower jaw seemed to snap as teeth lengthened and there was nothing but red for a moment.

When it was over, he found himself in a cramped space. The hole in his skull still empty as his right eye moved over to the bed where Frisk was now awake. His jaws opened, then closed. A soft noise that came from the large monster that was now coiled up awkwardly in the room. No, he headn't meant for her to see that at all. The tongues of his greater mouth upon the floor, the ones in his skull slowly withdrawing back in.

‘n o t   m e a n t   t o   s e e   t h a t.’ That deep press of words into minds, he didn't say much beyond that. His multiple eyes finally flickering into light from that void in his skull. A skull which he rested upon his arm as he rumbled almost apologetically.

She could have slept all night if not for the sudden chill, his warm body having been withdrawn and leaving her sleepily reaching out for a body that wasn’t there. The sounds of chalky bone popping, crunching on the dark only then grew loud enough to seep into her consciousness, heavy lids prying themselves open so that she could peer groggily through the dim room. 

That sound wasn’t pleasant, a series of sickening cracks in the night, but it was the addition of suddenly finding him gone from her side that caused her mind to be plunged abruptly into sobriety, shooting up into a sit on the bed with a hitch of her breath.

It may have taken her a moment in that dark room, but her eyes found him splayed out across the floor, slender brows knitting in genuine concern as she gripped the covers to get chest in hopes of some comfort from the painful sight.

#friskallgrown #text #c; bone tracks #//Welp #//W E L P

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The lights dimmed outside, slowly inching towards a darkness until slowly it went dark. The dark that hid plenty and then revealed just as much. It was hard to tell just what it was that woke it. The pain in his knee or the crack of something in his skull. Those sockets snapped opened, a growl starting to grow in his throat. Almost came out before he bit it back. A hand over his left eye socket as he unwound himself from the human against his own body.

It took some effort. None of it helped when he clenched teeth hard enough to almost crack. Or perhaps that had been his skull, red starting to seep from the holes in his skull. Down fangs as he finally managed to crawl down onto the floor. The cool surface against his bones almost a relief as he could feel even his spine start to stretch. Bones reshaping, growing as he curled there. Trying to keep as silent as he could as his feet dug into the ground.

Nestled into the familiar mattress, the human sidled up to his resting form almost immediately after he sank down beside her, groggily seeking him out and pushing her weight against his body as if the space between them caused her discomfort. She always slept better with him there, his presence chasing away the demons that haunted her dreams and startled her awake in the early hours of the morning. With his presence, it was as if they were bedded down along with the two, persuaded to rest idly in the dark recesses of her mind. 

The hours stretched on without her, the strange equivalent of nightfall dimming the lights overhead going unnoticed in her peaceful dreamless sleep. She nearly slept like a corpse when the conductor was present, where the human could truly rest and idle thoughts dare not to bubble up from her subconsciousness.

#friskallgrown #text #c; bone tracks #//I'm scared of Con too #//Sometimes

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That chuckle was deep, his tongue creeping out from teeth to run over her forehead. A soft murmur of noises that didn't quite make sense as he carried the human into the cabin. The door sliding shut behind them with a soft hiss and he considered exactly what it was that he should do next.

He could stay, though he wondered if that was the wisest of ideas. He could leave too, except it almost hurt to tear himself away from her. A creeping feeling of dread that if he should leave, perhaps he might never come back to such a time again. His eyes slid shut as he let that seat unfold itself into a bed. Placing her gently into the hold of sheets that he tugged up over her form.

He sat there for a moment, thinking. Just... considering the time and the moments. About how fleeting it all felt, filling him and his bones with contentment yet never being enough. A sigh as he leaned back, a hand over the bed by her side. He didn't know how much it would break them both when the time came. That he didn't know when and that thought gripped at him.

Teeth clenched, unclenched, and worked about their laced edges. Relaxed as he leaned his weight over the bed, an arm about Frisk as he laid there. Still in consideration up till the point where he drifted off.

As much as she wished to come go with a retort, a punny comeback from years of practice, her tired mind simply couldn’t seem to string the words together properly. Something about being glad she wasn’t railroaded, but no matter how she tried to piece it together it felt disjointed in her sluggish thoughts. The effort was abandoned.

“Mmmm…. You never run out of steam.”

Heavy lids had sealed themselves shut by now, being pulled into slumber despite her best efforts, fingertips absently toying with the protruding edges of his cervical lumbar beneath her grasp. She was asleep in moments, satisfied breath slowly raising the content heave of her chest in that slow rhythm, lulled there by the temperature that seemed more like a heater than a monster against her.

#friskallgrown #text #c; bone tracks

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Her weight in his arms. It was strange how much he could carry with such ease. Then again, things were hardly as they seemed with him much the time. He was nuzzling his nose into her hair still when that laugh broke free of him. Deep and thundering as his teeth stretched across in his grin. Always that grin, amusement that all about those jagged teeth.

"*well i guess my performance is on track then. good to know i didn't completely run out of steam." It was with a gentle fondness that he regarded her with. Carrying her out of the stall and out if the room. Doors slid open and close at his will, the warmth of his bones oddly tuned to dry soon enough from the water as he glanced down the hallway. Not that there was anyone else on this train. At least, not the sort of presence that wasn't himself of the unknown.

The cabin wasn't far either, and with her held secured in his hold, he made his way over. The time was getting late now. The hours of the day certainly spent in one intensive homecoming.

Oh she cherished that feeling, the giddy rush as he feet were swept off the ground and the flutter in her chest once she felt him supporting her weight. It was a sensation of unspoken trust, allowing her entire being to be supported by another living creature with the faith that she would not fall. Lithe frame curled in eagerly, slender arms draping themselves over his shoulders with an airy giggle. 

Content sigh plumed out through that damp hair, the only thing warding off a chill being the unusual heat that was radiating out of him and sinking into her, drying away the moisture that still clung to her skin.

“Me too, tuq… Guess you could say you tuq-ered me out.”

There was an air of playful pride in that moment, a pause taken as she waited to see if her cheesy joke had hit its mark. Regardless of if it did or not, the human could already feel her energy waning, those lids growing heavy in that warm embrace.

#friskallgrown #text #c; bone tracks

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Now that, that caused a laugh to rip out of him. His usual hands might have been on her. Fingers still running through her hair, the other resting gently on her side. There were more than two though. One of which was now resting against her back, another on the cool surface of a tile. He wasn't quite managing to keep track of all of them, pulling them back from the physical world a while back before they had a chance to wander again. He might not mind, but he wasn't sure if he could keep it up if they got a little too... playful.

"*hmm. sounds like a plan. feel like i'm going to train wreck soon." That eye fixed upon her, a low purr like rumble in his throat. He could, if deemed so, probably just fall right asleep here in the stall. He's certainly slept in odd places. Still, it didn't quite seem proper to leave her in a place like this. A roll of his shoulders, a soft noise as he shifted his weight. Away from the wall as he moved his arms, under her leg over her back. With was without much ceremony that he swept her up into his arms, nuzzling into her hair carefully.

Knees shook visibly, harshly able to support the weight of her lithe frame propped up against his rib cage. Her slender fingers tangled themselves against those exposed bones, heaving out heavy pants into the air while she waited for her pulse to steady itself from the racing tempo that stampeded through her. Her head was swimming, a myriad of adrenaline and dopamine that filled her with a fatigued sense of euphoria as she grasped affectionately onto him for support. 

“I… lost count..”

A grin, weakened by exhaustion, was offered up at him through lidded eyes as she nestled her cheek fondly against his chest. The laughter that bubbled out of her was warm, feverish in the wake of the gauntlet they had managed in that small shower stall. One she likely wouldn’t be forgetting anytime soon. Easing up, satiny lips brushed against the curve of his jaw, mindful of those sharp teeth that occupied not too far off.

“Perhaps a nap, hm?”

#friskallgrown #text #c; bone tracks

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That rumble drummed though his chest. The static of magic almost thick enough to be felt. Could be felt as he pulled in his hands from the veil of nonexistence to their realm of physicality. He was going to enjoy finding the limits, be it to his question or exactly how many hands it was that he could actually pull out.

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When it was all done and through, it was surprising to himself that he was even able to stay standing. Well, in a manner of speaking, with his back pressed up against glass and his breath condensing thickly into the cool air. His body was far warmer than he had thought it would be possible. Tongues curling out of slack jaws or not. Still, what attempts he had at trying to cool off seemed almost... arbitary. A method from of habit rather than actual need, finding that fire within his ribs something that... Well it was just something.

Fingers running through Frisk's hair, he chuckled. Deep and low. A tiredness to his bones that he certainly did not mind as an eye slid shut and the other rolled over her.

The human sidled against him, heated flesh crushing to chalky bone in a desperate measure to get as close to him as physically possible, though she could feel the wall digging at her shoulder blades and the spray of frigid water causing shivers her roll down her spine. Pinned between an immovable object and a skeleton she would have done anything to keep from leaving at that moment, especially considering those rumbles were seeping into her and stirring a bliss that caused breath to waiver in soft huffs.

There was a distinctive light of amusement in those mismatched eyes, gleaming dully at him as his touch left her sunkissed flesh blazing in its wake and brought about a ripple of lean muscle instinctively. There was a soft hitch of breath at his question, as if his words had actually stolen the air from her lungs, a salacious murmur trickling out past parted lips.

“Only one way to find out…”

Her skin burned beneath his attention, pearly whites seizing her lower lip and holding it captive as she returned his gaze in a manner almost akin to a challenge, slender fingers taking initiative to trail against his clavicle, curving in around the bone as they idly explored what was available to her.

#friskallgrown #text #c; bone tracks #nsfw #//Or something or something #//Look at all my shitty comments as a mun in the tags #//This me #//Snarking #//Okay not really but still

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He could feel the way her body moved up against his. The press of the warmth of her skin against his bones that coaxed out his appreciation in the deep if his ribs. Dragged it right out his throat and shook his entire body with the vibrations that came. That low deep thundering growl.

Hands moving from glass. Placed against her sides to drag fingertips up lightly over her form. That jagged grin stretched from side to side over his skull. Predatory didn't truly describe it. Heated perhaps, though oddly patient for all that. Strangely controlled for all that it stood for.

For all that he was in no better state than her. The very proof of that something he couldn't hide from her. Even less likely so when he pushed his own weight against her. Urging them both back into the stream of running water. The low drumming of his words as the tip of tongues peeked out from teeth starting to part. "*so... how many hands do you suppose i can put on you till it becomes too much?"

Let it never be said that for all he acted on whims that the Conductor didn't have the gumption to carry them out. Even if the water was certainly cold now as it rushed down his back. There was a habit of his now it seemed, to find himself tracing the scars about in her back, the lazy roll of his tongue over her cheek as he chuckled. She really was going to be the death of him. Be it from sheer frustration or exhaustion at this rate.

She was nearly writhing in need by the time he was upon her, vapor billowing out through the air and slicking down her damp skin with a sheen that only emphasized those lean muscles beneath a mocha complexion. She didn’t move at first, though when his words rung in her ear he would have felt a distinct sound ooze out of her parted lips without her permission, a labored moan that was far too lewd to be appropriate anywhere but between the two of them in that intimate setting. 

Perhaps he may have been considering, but her hand refused to stay against the glass, a sudden ache of need taking residence in her as a hand moved to hook slender fingers against his exposed ribs with a plaintiff whimper. 

“Lucky me.. because I do, tuq.. I really do..” 

She was begging now, by just her mismatched gaze alone as she regarded him pleadingly, body tucking up against him wantonly, letting soft flesh press into white bones desperately.

#friskallgrown #text #c; bone tracks #nsfw #//So after all this time #//Here we go #//Choo choo bone train time

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There was another laugh from the demon here. His bark like noise echoing into the caverns of the cave they were in. He had moved the fire closer to the exit, for the need for smoke to escape when they started smoking the rest of the meat. For all that it was not a large fire to begin with, somehow still it seemed his laugh echoed all the more for the space that was left by it’s shifting.

He grinned then, continued carving the wood of this future cup. Hallowing it for the purpose of his choosing. There was a thump of his tail against the ground as he tipped his head. “No little love, I am quite alright. For now. Though perhaps I might eat later, but I have hardly a need to cook my own meat, so I’ll take my share before we smoke the rest it.”

It felt like he had closed his eyes. Though for all they remained hidden beneath that mane of his it couldn’t be told for sure. A soft breath that condensed into the cool air that was warm only for the midday sun. “Do not worry about it. I have lived a long time and know my body well.”

Oh, right, the cup - he’d nearly forgotten that’s what they were making. That was how they’d gotten into the discussion of controlling fire in the first place, and that had led to the smoking of meats and such. Water was important though, so it was good at least one of them was thinking ahead, thinking about survival. If Camo even had to worry about that sort of thing - he seemed pretty strong and capable to the child.

On that thought, the cooking food was starting to smell really good. Hopefully it would be done soon, so they could take a break and have some. Could they do that? Could the meat sit a while as they ate? Surely his friend would eat as well - he had to be hungry with all the hunting and stuff they did that day.

As if reading his mind, the other gave him the go-ahead to eat; his gut reaction was to cooperate immediately and take food when it was offered to him, but he hesitated for the sake of politeness. “But… What about you? Aren’t you gonna eat too? You’re the one who caught it.”

#ivory rabbit #ivoryrabbit #text #c; masked horns

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