R was already a lost cause, falling against Bert and getting tangled up in the other Tribute because he was honestly surprised that worked. Maybe this time he'd get a bite, get this over with. The way he was getting yelled at bothered R on a gut level, like maybe he'd regret this (he always did - then he ate and it went away only not really). Now R was too caught up in the moment to put the brakes on.

He went down heavily, squashing some of that pretty pink grass into cotton candy paste, the zombie struggling against Bert. One hand lashed out, trying to grab onto Bert's costume so he could drag him closer, R not even trying to gasp the few words he'd shared before with the human. Too much effort. And this was an easier way to get to know someone; ask any other Dead out there.