[He catches it with ease. Squeezes it... just a bit. Enough to get red juice to drip between his finger.
Not close enough to remind him of blood. It isn't thick enough, but there's a stickiness to it that most people likely wouldn't find appealing. It's hypnotizing to him.
And this... isn't why he was tossed a strawberry.
He pops it completely into his mouth in an effort to avoid answering because the answer to that question is always distasteful. Earth is, yes, the most accurate. But Earth so often implies humanity and eugh... he should be more than that. The answer, regardless how "acceptable" it is, should be Heaven.
But he's still trying to fly under the radar. No one in Thorne really knows what he is.
So boring, distasteful answer it is.
(At least the strawberry is tasteful.)]
That spinning blue-green marble that's Earth. Narrowing it down further than that gets complicated.
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Not close enough to remind him of blood. It isn't thick enough, but there's a stickiness to it that most people likely wouldn't find appealing. It's hypnotizing to him.
And this... isn't why he was tossed a strawberry.
He pops it completely into his mouth in an effort to avoid answering because the answer to that question is always distasteful. Earth is, yes, the most accurate. But Earth so often implies humanity and eugh... he should be more than that. The answer, regardless how "acceptable" it is, should be Heaven.
But he's still trying to fly under the radar. No one in Thorne really knows what he is.
So boring, distasteful answer it is.
(At least the strawberry is tasteful.)]
That spinning blue-green marble that's Earth. Narrowing it down further than that gets complicated.