Shion was eating like he'd never sank his teeth into anything before which...was probably closer to the truth than R would've liked. A newbie zombie out in the middle of the desert, with no promise they'd find any real food. Talk about doomed to a quick route to starvation. R guessed at least he had company while he turned to jerky out here. Nothing like two mummies stumbling along.

He realized he was staring hungrily at the rapidly disappearing rattlesnake and dropped his eyes to his feet.

"Slow...down," R said, his face scrunching slowly in a frown. He bumped shoulders into Shion to make his point an exclamation mark, trying to sound like he meant it. Probably too late to tell him to chew with his mouth closed. R had no idea where that one came from, because it wasn't like he was all that polite when he stuffed his face. Maybe his Mom told him, assuming he had one still alive out there.