[ Reyson is peacefully having himself a nice gloomy dinner. He's been having stronger cravings for flesh, and more of it in general. This is in defiance of his usual constitution. Or his old constitution. This is normal now. He's quietly working himself into a snit over eating this greasy bird - it's not actually about the bird, it's about taking yet another step away from the person he used to be and what certain people would think of him now if they were alive -
And then a pumpkin drags his broody ass under the table. ]
Ah! Yaaaugh!
[ There is a sound as if someone who is unused to having supernatural strength has just punched a pumpkin and put his hand right through it. It sounds kind of like TkkSPLORCH. ]
Pumpkins
And then a pumpkin drags his broody ass under the table. ]
Ah! Yaaaugh!
[ There is a sound as if someone who is unused to having supernatural strength has just punched a pumpkin and put his hand right through it. It sounds kind of like TkkSPLORCH. ]
Blast it.