THE SHRUG, mellifluous & waneful over him, passes with a raised brow & an expression of momentary contentment ; admittedly, the voicing of a very real, potent threat, ought really to unnerve him ; he remains poised. if you might call a wolf such. arms folding neatly over top of each other, once more, thick set, his bones cloaked in a layer of broad skin & sturdy muscle, oscar entertains the prospect, ( if only for a moment, ) that this man might be able to cause him some physical harm.
❛ -------------- ta’ put et simply, it’s not. ❜
though he knows not to trust the other, he seems unable to at least tease the idea. it goes without saying that he is absolutely captivated. as he so often is. why does he catch himself reading about people like ed gein, harold shipman, jeffrey dahmer ? because he wants to believe that there is more evil in the world than simply HIM. he wants to know who else lurks in shadow.
the chance to do some field research first hand had never came at a more opportune moment.
❛ but bein’ honest wi’, ye, i can’t say i think et’s yer first time either. y’seem to have some experience under ye. a little prowess. seem t’have been thorough. all very likely contenders fer’ a man who’s done this a couple a’ times before. or even more n’ tha’. ❜
then comes the grin. shark-like. consummatory. HUNGRY. he, of course, would not deny himself this chance. his carbon hues peer at the corpses that lay lifeless ; cold on the concrete ; & he peers back at the other.
❛ i think you n’ i are a little more similar’n y’might think. ------- except, i would never leave ‘em like this. ❜
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