[It's true that Kabane is not a picky eater. It's also true that the pumpkin guts taste awful.
But, hey, now he knows that. And he made Wolfwood laugh. It's never a bad thing when someone laughs.]
I've never been scared of food. It won't kill me.
[That's true of almost everything when you're basically immortal. Sometimes Kabane forgets that's not the case for everyone else.]
I thought it would taste better though.
[He accepts the offered knife with a pensive dip of his brow and then a quick nod.]
I want to.
[And thus, he doesn't waste a single second. Once the knife's in his hand, he sidles over to the pumpkin and slides the blade into the center of the pumpkin's first triangular eye. He pours every ounce of his concentration into the task of slowly, carefully tracing the painted shape. He's not very good at it, mind - much more accustomed to tasks that require power over dexterity - but he doesn't let that stop him.
For a moment there, closing one eye as he leans in to inspect his progress very seriously, he actually looks his age.]
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But, hey, now he knows that. And he made Wolfwood laugh. It's never a bad thing when someone laughs.]
I've never been scared of food. It won't kill me.
[That's true of almost everything when you're basically immortal. Sometimes Kabane forgets that's not the case for everyone else.]
I thought it would taste better though.
[He accepts the offered knife with a pensive dip of his brow and then a quick nod.]
I want to.
[And thus, he doesn't waste a single second. Once the knife's in his hand, he sidles over to the pumpkin and slides the blade into the center of the pumpkin's first triangular eye. He pours every ounce of his concentration into the task of slowly, carefully tracing the painted shape. He's not very good at it, mind - much more accustomed to tasks that require power over dexterity - but he doesn't let that stop him.
For a moment there, closing one eye as he leans in to inspect his progress very seriously, he actually looks his age.]