You're right. Perhaps purple. Or whatever color your entrails might be.
[An inhuman boy. An immortal? Karl's curiosity - already piqued - ratchets tenfold. He's always wanted a toy he could torment for hours before it broke. Mentally, physically. Perhaps tonight, he'll get that chance. With Saya gone, the despair gnawing at him has boiled into an acidic, carnivorous rage.]
[Anyone - everyone - is an acceptable target.]
Who knows? I'm more interested in seeing what other parts of yours regenerate.
[One talon-hand lifting to pry open the boy's mouth.]
Action!
You're right. Perhaps purple. Or whatever color your entrails might be.
[An inhuman boy. An immortal? Karl's curiosity - already piqued - ratchets tenfold. He's always wanted a toy he could torment for hours before it broke. Mentally, physically. Perhaps tonight, he'll get that chance. With Saya gone, the despair gnawing at him has boiled into an acidic, carnivorous rage.]
[Anyone - everyone - is an acceptable target.]
Who knows? I'm more interested in seeing what other parts of yours regenerate.
[One talon-hand lifting to pry open the boy's mouth.]
Your tongue, maybe?