It was interesting, to watch Chars process. He used a knife rather than his claws, could only eat the meat if it were cooked. Seraph tipped his head. He found it strange. How had Char managed so long if he could eat the meat raw on a moments notice? Watching as the hedgehog offered the small chunk of meat, the hybrid sniffed and quickly snatched it up in his teeth.
And even then, it was devoured even quicker before the experiment was looking back up at Char.
Another sniff and his eyes were directed to the sizzle of the meat–not quite done, but getting there. Back to the remains of their meal, and Seraph began digging through it, looking for loose bones that otherwise would have gotten in the way of cooking the meat. Seraph could take them back to his cave, store them for later.
Perhaps the hedgehog would also like some bones with his meal? He’d have to remember to offer some when they were done eating. They’ve proved to be a decent snack to the hybrid, and a decent enough deterrent for anyone getting close to his den.
He’d built up quite the pile by the time he remember the meat. Seraphs head jerked up and towards the cabobs, leaving him to abandon his hunt for bones and approach Char. He was still rather unsure about speaking around the other, but the hedgehog didn’t seem to mind. So instead, he lightly, and almost hesitantly at first, headbutted his elbow towards the fire.
The experiment eyed the meats expectantly, glancing back up at Char before returning his gaze to the fire and making a soft huffing noise. It smelled done to the hybrid, so he assumed it must be done and therefore needed to be flipped.
When the food was taken from his fingers, Char had to reign in the very real fear that he might get bitten here, his adrenaline kicking it up a notch when those sharpened teeth neared his fingers. But the food was taken, and no harm had come his way, so his tense shoulders relaxed not a moment after, his smile widening, but his fangs still shielded behind his lips. The last thing he needed was to have the creature feel territorial because he smiled in a Mobian-like friendly gesture. Some wild animals would attack if fangs were shown their way, no matter how kind the intentions.
When Seraph began to paw and claw through the remaining thick of their meal, Char turned his attention to the fire, easily becoming lost in thought, and in the flicker of the flames. In his mind, the creature was honestly helping him in prying meat from bone, and Char wasn’t keen on wasting food, so he shot the creature a distracted, “Help yerself ta as much of that as ya want. I’ll barely be able ta finish two kabobs.” before focusing once again on the warm flames and rubbing his hands together before it.
It wasn’t until Seraph had nudged him that he bristled the barest of a fraction, confused hues coming to rest on the male beside him, watching him curiously. The very intelligent gesture toward the fire, followed by a soft huff drew a smile from Char once again, the hedgehog physically struggling not to full on grin. “Yer pretty damned expressive, uh…huh? I dunno what ta call ya… But I should call ya somethin’ while we’re hangin’ around one another, shouldn’t I?” While he returned his attention to their meal, he flipped them, then placed them back between the debris facing the flames at the new angle so that they would cook evenly. A soft hum rose from his throat in thoughtful reflection. After flipping the skewers, he turned a scrutinizing gaze to his companion and exhaled gently from his nose. His gaze raked over the creatures form, his size intimidating, but considering he had the temperament of a stray kitten, Char was hardly phased…yet. Upon noticing the sprinkle of scales, his fangs, the one odd little area on the creatures chest covered in an invitingly soft section of fluffy fur, and finally, the sharpened edges of his feather-shaped scales along his tail, he had come to his conclusion on the temporary nickname for his new friend. Now to see if his said friend would accept the nickname.
“Whaddya think about ‘Blade‘? Cause yer tough as nails, especially bringin’ down a prey of this caliber. An’ last night, I got a pretty good look at those ‘feathers’ when they were hangin’ over that rail on the balcony. They ain’t soft in the slightest, at least not from glancin’ at em up close.” And then, after a moments pause, he tilted his head to one side thoughtfully and relaxed his posture further. Leaning back, he placed his hands behind himself on the somewhat cleared concrete floor, then slouched in a casual manner, resting his cheek on his own shoulder. “My name’s Char, by the way. Ya seem smart as hell fer just some wild creature. Figure it can’t hurt ta give ya my name, even if ya don’t fully grasp it.” It was more so for the one sided conversation itself that he had been carrying on all this time, than the actually need to introduce himself.
He had no idea just how intelligent this creature was though. That he could understand his every word and file it away.
But he was feeling far more at ease with Seraph now, confident that the larger male wouldn’t attack him unprovoked. And dare he say, he was coming to enjoy his company, immensely. It was so much better to be out here with someone else, as opposed to alone with his thoughts, fears, and anxieties.
A chill blew in from the open door, the flames flickering to and fro for a few moments. Char grimaced and was quick to right himself again, shuffling himself closer to the flames and pulling his flimsy jacket tighter about himself. “Chaos, I hate the cold. What I wouldn’t give fer a nice bed an’ heated room again…” A few more moments of the sizzling meat, and then Char himself deemed them done, both sides holding a healthy amount of seared flesh to them as he removed them from the flames. He divvied up the skewers between them, four for the larger male, and two for himself. Seraph looked as though he could eat far more than Char himself.
“Dig in, big guy. An’ feel free to tear inta more of that too.” A gesture to the remaining carcass. “If you want more cooked, I can try ta pull it off again.” He held his own skewers gingerly between his chilled fingers, giving the meat a moment to cool, then started in on it. Due to his only company being the sentient being beside him, Char wasn’t the most dignified of eaters. Much like his time in prison, he fell to old habits, eating fast while struggling to savor the meal, but at the same time save each precious second of time that he had to himself while not being on the constant run. He chewed politely, but held no reservations about devouring his own meal like a ravenous man. Only once he had neared the last few bites of his last skewer did he slow down and release a long breath.
He was nearing his limit on the amount of food he could eat in one sitting. Pushing it even. If he ate any more than the amount he already had, he would risk falling ill. So the last few bits were plucked free from the stick and offered out much like the raw meat had been before. “M’full. Think you can stomach a few more bites of the cooked stuff?”
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