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[sociomonere]

[ He's been hiding for a while now, wandering the city and feeling enclosed, like he's about to be caught at any moment. The tick-tick-tick metronome of the clock has done him no good either, like the footsteps of something hideous following him everywhere. The witch is laughing in the back of his mind, always. Joined now by recent memories of once again residing within Momma's house. There is no escape. ]

Please let me out.

[ A pitiful little voice. ]

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[sociomonere]

Not everyone with power wants to eat you.

[ Deadpan! ]

[sleepingstar]

Depends on what you mean by "eat."

[sociomonere]

Ew.

[ He gives her an exaggerated look of grossed out. ]

I mean literally hack you to pieces and cook you eating.

[sleepingstar]

[Pai doesn't look bothered at all.]

Do humans taste good?

[sociomonere]

[ It's her casual tone that catches him off guard. Usually it's easy for him to hear a note of discomfort in the other's tone when this question comes up, and he can play it off, answer sarcastically so no one really knows how truthful he's being. Right now, however, he doesn't have that ease, and his expression goes a little blank, and he lowers his eyes, getting out a cigarette. He's too young to smoke, but it makes him feel better. ]

Depends on what you season it with.

[ His tone is low, almost flat. ]

[sleepingstar]

What would you recommend?

[You said you wanted to make conversation. This is conversation.]

[sociomonere]

I wouldn't.

[ He hadn't enjoyed it. ]

[sleepingstar]

Why not?

[sociomonere]

It's wrong... to eat your own.

[sleepingstar]

There aren't any of my own here. [More flat than teasing. The closest she has to another Contractor in the City is Hei, but no matter how much he pretends, he's still agonizingly human.]