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R | WARM BODIES ([personal profile] shambler) wrote in [community profile] thearena 2013-11-04 07:31 am (UTC)

R shrugged. Combine away, Beck. "Eat..."

His groan was dubious now. Of course he wanted to eat. He was doing much better than before but there was always a part of him that eyeballed people like Beck and dreamed about ripping their flesh from their bones. Stealing away each and every precious memory and letting it run through his veins. Gulping, R shook his head hurriedly. Nope, no eating here!

"Am...good," R said. "You...eat...okay?"

He decided to busy himself copying Beck - look busy, pretend he knew what he was looking for in his share of supplies. This would've been easier if Julie or Howard were here to point out what was worth keeping (that whole Living perspective) but it was just him now. He'd have to wing it.

R got down to his hands and knees, his movements ungainly like he could tip over at any second. He began to paw though the stuff, picking up a can of food and peering at the label, aware of. What he assumed were words swam. The meaning tickled his consciousness like a bad itch. Holding out the can toward Beck, R grunted:

"What's...it say...?"

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