06-02-2024, 08:02 PM
Ichiro had been intent on ignoring the smell of boiling crab, as much as his poor little belly protested the idea, since he hadn’t had a good meal in ages. It was the chatter that drew him out of whatever hiding spot he’d found. The sound of familiar, mostly friendly voices.
With any luck, Ryosuke would be there. Safe and sound, no harm done.
That was not the case.
Ichiro did his best, but he couldn’t hide the dismayed expression that flickered across his usually pensive face, or the way his one ear flattened against the crown of his skull, dejected at the lack of his friend’s presence. At the very least, there were other familiar faces. In fact, he recognised just about everyone here, which was nice. Everyone except the skull-faced wolf, but it did not take a genius to figure out that that was Vale, considering the pile of gore that seemed to follow the strange Inquisitor around everywhere he went. Also, the fact that xe was so friendly with Chernabog was a good start.
He was silent as he skulked mopily up to the gathering of Descendants, unceremoniously plopping himself down with a huff beside Rhode, his back hunched and head bowed.
He had little interest in the coconut crabs himself. Wouldn’t be able to crack one open anyway, and the idea of asking for help seemed like it would be embarrassing. Instead, he paid rapt attention to the conversation while doing his absolute best to pretend that he wasn’t eavesdropping at all, thank you very much.
The fact that Valerius was dead was… A surprise. His azure optics snapped to the satchel of which apparently carried Valerius’s de-meat-ified head. The sight of the skull didn’t turn his stomach like it would most children his age. He was part of a cannibal group, he was more than used to it, after all.
It did make him sad, though.
“Oh,” he whispered quietly to himself, shifting uncomfortably, and pitched himself forward to get a closer look. “Valerius-sama…”
Very insightful, clearly.
With any luck, Ryosuke would be there. Safe and sound, no harm done.
That was not the case.
Ichiro did his best, but he couldn’t hide the dismayed expression that flickered across his usually pensive face, or the way his one ear flattened against the crown of his skull, dejected at the lack of his friend’s presence. At the very least, there were other familiar faces. In fact, he recognised just about everyone here, which was nice. Everyone except the skull-faced wolf, but it did not take a genius to figure out that that was Vale, considering the pile of gore that seemed to follow the strange Inquisitor around everywhere he went. Also, the fact that xe was so friendly with Chernabog was a good start.
He was silent as he skulked mopily up to the gathering of Descendants, unceremoniously plopping himself down with a huff beside Rhode, his back hunched and head bowed.
He had little interest in the coconut crabs himself. Wouldn’t be able to crack one open anyway, and the idea of asking for help seemed like it would be embarrassing. Instead, he paid rapt attention to the conversation while doing his absolute best to pretend that he wasn’t eavesdropping at all, thank you very much.
The fact that Valerius was dead was… A surprise. His azure optics snapped to the satchel of which apparently carried Valerius’s de-meat-ified head. The sight of the skull didn’t turn his stomach like it would most children his age. He was part of a cannibal group, he was more than used to it, after all.
It did make him sad, though.
“Oh,” he whispered quietly to himself, shifting uncomfortably, and pitched himself forward to get a closer look. “Valerius-sama…”
Very insightful, clearly.