Oh, pssh! That's just going to make you anemic. Even humans need some flesh...
(Some fucko in a highly questionable uniform
◊ is having a couch snooze next to the wee alien.)
...Hm. And what, pray tell, is a "carbon footprint"?
(Nibbling other parts of herself.)
Whhh—!!
(Startles a bit, nearly dropping his glasses. Stares blearily at Jovek for a few seconds before speaking up.)
...Not human, mm, Helghast. You... talked in my head. Is this normal?
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019(zounds, Milly, the sound... of feetprints.)
...Ah, that makes perfect sense. Surprisingly conscientious of her, to consider her personal consumption's impact on the world. The same cannot be said for every member of our species.
(Perks her head up, looking slightly serious for maybe the first time today.)
Man has bloated himself with sloth and greed. He has forgotten the thrill of hunt, the savage glee of ripping into a throat. Animal populations bloom out of control as he twiddles his thumbs, eating the flesh of a caged, miserable beast.
(...but then the devil dog grin comes back.)
But I know how pure and natural the hunt is, and this is why I'm smarter than everyone else. Eheheheheh~!
...Mmmmno? It's— it's merely my species, yes. Valerian Valescu, Ministry of—...
(Groans a bit, rubbing at his head. Is clearly still a bit groggy, or otherwise spacey.)
...How do you eat?
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019<Ah, I see, I see Valerian. I am Jovek, of the Andalites. You Helghast resemble humans quite a lot>
-Jovek seems to smile, his lower eyelids pushing upwards to make himself squint-
<Every new friend always asks that. It's simple.>
-The alien tamps on the floor with his four hooves-
<We Andalites crush the grass beneath our hooves, where it is absorbed into our bodies. We can also use them to drink as well. It's a very simple process.>
Deer(DOOR OPENS AND—)
…?
(Park peers out, looking a little green around the gills, but substantially better than when Mil pulled him out of that room.)
...Oh, it's you... Good evening, are you doing alright...?
(Is dressed down a bit, in pajama pants and baggy t-shirt.)
Ehehehehahahaaaa~! You could certainly say that!
(smirky doggy...)
...Mm, interesting. Does not sound particularly efficient, but neither does telepathic communication.
(Rubs his eyes a bit more.)
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