"I'm male. That's the only part you've got right," he says, rolling his eyes. Though unlike this guy, he looks human and passes for it, and no one knows. Which oddly, after living a century and a half having everyone know it, even if they never bring it up, makes it odd to not have others know. So he's stopped hiding it. Besides, no one believes him anyway.
"Already died, adopted my only child, the rest I'll give you though sex is in there somewhere," he says, shrugging as he stands there, watching as they take down the goose, eating it with that face that just is not even close to comforting or comfortable. It left him shifting, but he doesn't look away and he doesn't run.
A brow does arch then. "Is there nothing you can do about it? Not trying to be a dick, but have you tried controlling it? Sounds like an addiction not hunger."
Not that he has a clue. They aren't human, after all. That means he can't know what it is.
Truth of the matter is, Bobo knows this is insane. Letting himself head out into the woods with whatever Venom actually is. A killer with too many teeth who just admitted he can't get enough to eat. Desperation is one of the most dangerous things a person can face, and he's accepting that. The worst part is, aside from curiosity, he's not even sure why he's doing it.
"Tomorrow night then. I'll show you, and we'll work things out. Don't steal from the yard though. If I bring them back here, I'm planning to skin them and now I don't have the feathers for quills and using for down for warmth."
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"Already died, adopted my only child, the rest I'll give you though sex is in there somewhere," he says, shrugging as he stands there, watching as they take down the goose, eating it with that face that just is not even close to comforting or comfortable. It left him shifting, but he doesn't look away and he doesn't run.
A brow does arch then. "Is there nothing you can do about it? Not trying to be a dick, but have you tried controlling it? Sounds like an addiction not hunger."
Not that he has a clue. They aren't human, after all. That means he can't know what it is.
Truth of the matter is, Bobo knows this is insane. Letting himself head out into the woods with whatever Venom actually is. A killer with too many teeth who just admitted he can't get enough to eat. Desperation is one of the most dangerous things a person can face, and he's accepting that. The worst part is, aside from curiosity, he's not even sure why he's doing it.
"Tomorrow night then. I'll show you, and we'll work things out. Don't steal from the yard though. If I bring them back here, I'm planning to skin them and now I don't have the feathers for quills and using for down for warmth."