( closed to @luck ) your turn to die: sou hiyori

[killed]

With varying vanities, from every part, they shift the moving toyshop of their heart.

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[killed]

[ His ears lay to the side then perk up, and he visibly recoils as he sees the bug crawling around on it... But that, along with the sight of Komaeda dipping his fingers into the blood, are more than enough to distract him from the bend of his tail. ]

You don't have to say it like that.

[ He mumbles, not quite able to hide his unhappiness with the repeated comparison. There's nothing wrong with how he is. He's just cleaner, and better cared for. What's wrong with that? Shouldn't another cat be happy enough to be taken in? It's bad enough that he calls him by his owner's surname... He supposes it is his too, but it's not something anyone else uses for him. ]

I'd rather not it come from something so filthy, but... [ It's more blunt than he should be, but he can't help but stare at the dead animal. The blood is getting over his claws as they dig into the fur and flesh from his grip tightening, and from there staining his hands. He corrects himself, ] No, excuse me, it shouldn't matter. I suppose it couldn't hurt to try.

[ He has to be willing to concede a little. ]

[killed]

[ How shameless for a dirty stray to look down on him so. Fortunately, Hiyori is above repeated com plaints and efforts to belittle someone. His tails swishes slowly behind him, thumping against a cabinet as it does so. He jerks a little bit as the dead creature in his arms seems to convulse from the joint pressure of Komaeda pushing down and Hiyori's hand twitching.

He would've liked to have at least been spared the bloodsplatter. ]

... It's not a matter of taste. It kills parasites and other harmful organisms. My owners ensured that I wasn't at risk of disease.

[ Besides, he can eat other levels of done just fine! He enjoys a medium rare steak , and he's fond of sashimi... But those are items for people with rich tastes, so they won't count. He wishes his owners were here now, really. He wants attention and praise, and he wants a normal meal, and a bath... ]

I can eat medium well, but, t'm not terribly familiar with how to cook raccoon... I suppose baking it would be the easiest way.

[ He's happy not to have it in his hands anymore, but it doesn't seem right to leave it all to him. He's of a higher class and he needs to act like it. ]