Words. Spoken words. Human.
Be it friend or foe, Gou wouldn’t know unless she emerged from her place of hiding…which was a garbage can.Â
"Eventually you’re supposed to wake up from dreams. That hasn’t happened yet." Bluntly spoken but barely above a whisper as she poked her head out from her less than impermeable trash fortress.
In which she keenly eyed the stranger, pointed eyes and pointed tone. “Don’t try and eat me.”
Odd places breed odd things, and odd things breed odd people. The only mark of surprise on his face is a raised eyebrow, lips pursed in an idle musing that seeks to cover up the stirrings of amusement. He knows not the same terror that she feels of being here, but still he can sympathize enough to not scorn her for her choice of hiding place. Not everyone can have a flying ship, after all. Yet it is her final statement which brings mirth from the depths of his belly, a guffaw cracking through the quiet like thunder over a glass sky. He seems to care not at all for these less than favorable circumstances in which they have both been placed -- in fact, anything which would register beyond a mild annoyance at the scenery either doesn't exist or is carefully hidden. Â Â Â Â Â Â "Girl, I have no need to sustain myself on your flesh." The statement comes out in-between muffled laughs, genuine bemusement now taking over amber tones as his eyes fix on his newfound companion. Entertainment has been lacking in this piss-poor excuse for an afterlife, after all. "Though were I the sort, you may have been first on my list. Â Â Â Â Â Â "Pray, what is your name?"












