[ the weirder part of an already weird situation is that dextera licks away the blood that spills over his wrist—a nasty, ingrained habit from all the hearts he himself has eaten before. the more blood he gets in his mouth, the better. ]
You’re hungry.
[ he wipes his mouth off, on the collar of his shirt. ]
no subject
You’re hungry.
[ he wipes his mouth off, on the collar of his shirt. ]
Safer to eat.