Kieren swallows the mouthful, wincing as he does. He hates it. Hates the feel of it on his tongue, hates what he's doing. It's hard not to outright gag on it as it slides down, but there's some solace in it. He can eat it, the only thing he can eat, even if he doesn't know how it's possible.
Slowly, he raises his bloodied hands, a defensive gesture. He keeps his head down, but he's looking around with wide, scared eyes — trying to pick out the other man in the darkness of the woods.
"I don't want any trouble." he says quietly. He knows what this might look like, he knows how messed up it all looks. But he doesn't, he doesn't want any trouble. But he's terrified of what might happen.
And much like a deer, he bolts — hurling himself onto his feet with everything he can. Clumsy, unsteady. A body that doesn't fit right any more, and a dizzying high from what he's already eaten. He doesn't run towards the man, but makes off to run in the opposite direction to where he's sure he heard the voice from.
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Slowly, he raises his bloodied hands, a defensive gesture. He keeps his head down, but he's looking around with wide, scared eyes — trying to pick out the other man in the darkness of the woods.
"I don't want any trouble." he says quietly. He knows what this might look like, he knows how messed up it all looks. But he doesn't, he doesn't want any trouble. But he's terrified of what might happen.
And much like a deer, he bolts — hurling himself onto his feet with everything he can. Clumsy, unsteady. A body that doesn't fit right any more, and a dizzying high from what he's already eaten. He doesn't run towards the man, but makes off to run in the opposite direction to where he's sure he heard the voice from.