𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐇 𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐑.

𝑰 𝑪𝑨𝑵 𝑫𝑰𝑬 𝑨𝑵𝒀 𝑫𝑨𝒀 𝑭𝑹𝑶𝑴 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑷𝑨𝑰𝑵

" if ya wanna. i don't think m' too interestin' outside'a my looks. ~ " but he knows he needs companionship. this was the first time he even left his lab in weeks. " but if ya don't mind that, sure. "

" i don't see a reason to be freaked out. " while eros is definitely more ... normal(?) looking than he is, he knows what it's like to be judged on appearances. " my vision is exceptional, even in the dark. ya haven't acted aggressive. so. why should i be scared? "

" human adjacent. snrk. " once human, but he still debates if he truly is now or not. he feels like it. but his body sure does go against that. " hybrid, i suppose. reptilian? it's just me. not like there's a species. "

" ah! yeah, probably. would make me pretty damn sluggish after. eatin' that big'a meal. " scratching her chin in thought.

" depends on the shoulder width. " making and open and closing gesture with those big, scaly hands of his. " too wide, and it'd struggle a bit. "

“ very. it goes wider than that. can swallow a whole turkey. “ he looks so soft and not too intimidating usually. grabbing his mouth and opening it even wider. mouth lined with sharp teeth. he gurgles a bit before letting go.

“ you have a smell. Distinct. Every individual does.”

“ I was referring to you, Jeffery.”

“ I knew I recognized that smell ,”

“ Sharing secrets with a stranger too . . . ? Pfft , you’re so odd , I find enjoyment in the odd things . . . “ All well meaning , even if her wording was off . Even so , the steak was completed , placing it onto a plate and holding it out for him . “ I’ll keep it safe . . . “

his eyes roll back a tad as his jaw unhinges. swallowing the squirrel whole. wiping his face. “ sorry! usually i don’t have people watch me eat. “

blinking one eye at a time? stepping closer. ah, he’s on all fours with a squirrel in his jaws.

yellow eyes glowing in the distance. just watching!

She's snapping a picture, her eyes focusing on his movements through the old polaroid camera in her hands.

“ Are you to say we should remain as strangers and never meet across the bridge . . . ? “ Staring at him from the corner of her eye , inquisitive and curious . She’d cook for him regardless , but she couldn’t help but want to know more . . he was quite odd . .

“ I’m not so sure . . . “ Spoken so confidently , cooking that steak as if she would anything else . . but , she did keep it on for much longer than she usually would . “ Perhaps that means we get to have a secret to share . . . I wouldn’t keep anyone from my bakery . . . “