[As if either taking that promise to heart or testing it, Therion frees one hand (the unbitten one) to sneak another apple slice. He scoops a glob of peanut butter directly out of the jar with it and only then pops it into his face. Nomp.
The movement leaves him closer to Spike than before.]
I don't make good eating, anyway. Too bony. And full of knives.
[None of which he used on the boy, but, y'know. Maybe if he'd kept trying to chew on him.]
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[As if either taking that promise to heart or testing it, Therion frees one hand (the unbitten one) to sneak another apple slice. He scoops a glob of peanut butter directly out of the jar with it and only then pops it into his face. Nomp.
The movement leaves him closer to Spike than before.]
I don't make good eating, anyway. Too bony. And full of knives.
[None of which he used on the boy, but, y'know. Maybe if he'd kept trying to chew on him.]