I stare at the door for a while, taken back by his attitude, hearing as his footsteps sounded farther and farther away, leading him back to where he came from until I could hear him no more.
Staring at the wooden wall as the sunlight starts to rise at my back I finally go to sleep, however, before closing my eyes I notice that one of my nails has blood on it, probably made around the exciting moments of having clutched that kid by the neck, perhaps one of my talons may have grown a bit and rasped against his skin, but not carrying much about how it got there I lick it clean, and I'm shocked to find out that…
It had taste, the kid's blood, I could taste it...How? Why? Fuck me this is even more confusing…
Well, it is not one of the best meals I had, but still, after the fiasco of my last supposedly fancy meal, knowing that my taste buds had not been turned to mush is a relief.
