[ Hot? They don't feel especially warm. Most times they've been told they're cold... But the strange, delicious-smelling human keeps talking. Wants to know how long they've been there, and something about...contacts? They haven't spoken to anyone in ages.
They think about it for a moment, study his expression, and then tilt their head. ]
You are strange.
[ But again, still delicious-smelling, so Nen grips the wrist of his injured hand and brings it up, giving the red-stained digit a long, slow lick. ]
no subject
They think about it for a moment, study his expression, and then tilt their head. ]
You are strange.
[ But again, still delicious-smelling, so Nen grips the wrist of his injured hand and brings it up, giving the red-stained digit a long, slow lick. ]
I am going to eat you now. Please do not scream.