the mockery plant - reeddogs

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REDVOX "VINNY" ABRAMO - cis male - goat-bat hybrid - harbinger

Vinny couldn't help the soft chuckle that left him as he watched Aslisk stuff her face with crab, eager to get the rough and unpleasant taste of the reeds out of her mouth and replaced with the overwhelming saltiness of the seafood. He too knew the struggles of having a long tongue, considering he had the tongue of a goat stuffed behind the sharp line of fangs of a bat. Still, he had never been dumb enough to try eating a water reed, so he didn't feel too bad about snorting at Aslisk's misfortune. It was also mainly because this was a very much harmless mistake. The most that Aslisk would suffer from was a stomach ache and a bit of bad taste, and she wouldn't end up dying or anything, so Vox didn't feel like a right bastard for letting out a few amused chuffs. What did worry him was the fact that Aslisk, while stuffing her face full of crab, was completely ignoring the shell, just swallowing it down and showing total disregard for the shell bits she picked up, "Bertille, fuck, be careful Aslisk. You're chompin' down bits'a shell with all th'meat, too." Truthfully, he didn't know what it was like inside the stomach of a wyvern, but if it was just as soft and vulnerable as his or someone else's insides, then bits of shell could bury themselves deep in the walls of her stomach. He really didn't want to have to deal with one of his members having internal scarring from being a dumbass and eating crab shell.

When Aslisk glared in frustration at him, Vox just rose his chin and smiled toothily, unwilling to give the wyvern any sense of satisfaction from her little fit of anger at her own mistake. When she then explained what the miscommunication had been, he began to laugh, his shoulders shaking with the deep chuckles emanating from his chest. He mumbled once he regained his breath, bringing up one of his wings to wipe away an amused tear that lingered at the edge of his eye, Yeah, uh, that's not how corn dogs work. Th'don't grow from plants. They're meat that's been deep fried 'n' shit, they don't just grow in the wild. What y'just ate actually has nothin' to do with actual corn dogs. Real corn dogs 'r' quite tasty, actually." He wasn't sure who had told Aslisk that corn dogs grew from plants, but he wasn't sure whether to scold them or give them a pat on the back for making such an entertaining incident happen. Maybe one of these days he could make up for his laughing at her by giving her a real corn dog... although honestly he wasn't sure where to even start to find one. He knew they were generally considered fair food by humans, but it wasn't exactly like they could throw fairs anymore. Perhaps he could find some frozen ones somewhere.