[he gives one of those hums of agreement that says 'yes, please do stop eating leaves.' Even though he can actually really agree with most of that. Dying, rotting things is the foodstuff of his childhood. ...Dead leaves are still weird though.
So, his voice is still flat and judging.]
...Next time, I'll kill you something more appetizing.
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So, his voice is still flat and judging.]
...Next time, I'll kill you something more appetizing.