08-15-2018, 12:27 AM
"Don't take the soup then." Butch responded calmly, taking another bowl out and serving himself. He prodded the fire a little bit and settled down, lapping at the stew contentedly. Though he wished to prove himself not to be a threat, he would not be moved by Snowbounders until Yes Man or Stryker decided they were done playing with their new toy.
Until then, he would sit and drink soup and read books. Any of the Snowbounders were free to try to stop him if they pleased.
"I'm not moving," he said after a moment, just filling the silence, "my joints are sore and this fire is cozy. If I am such a threat, do me a favor and go for the throat. If you are unwilling to make a swift kill, then I implore you to warm your toes and fill your bellies. You are not required to like me, nor are you required to want to like me, but free food is free food."
He looked up, his hazel eyes weary.
"I have a wife at home. I promised her I would at least attempt to be civil. What you do with my offering is up to you."
He turned his attention back to his bowl and resumed his meal without another word.
Until then, he would sit and drink soup and read books. Any of the Snowbounders were free to try to stop him if they pleased.
"I'm not moving," he said after a moment, just filling the silence, "my joints are sore and this fire is cozy. If I am such a threat, do me a favor and go for the throat. If you are unwilling to make a swift kill, then I implore you to warm your toes and fill your bellies. You are not required to like me, nor are you required to want to like me, but free food is free food."
He looked up, his hazel eyes weary.
"I have a wife at home. I promised her I would at least attempt to be civil. What you do with my offering is up to you."
He turned his attention back to his bowl and resumed his meal without another word.