Fucking hell?
So Kat just pulled a meter of thread out of Yuki's stomach through his mouth. The little shit apparently slurped it up like it was spaghetti. I have come to the conclusion that Yuki's thought processes must go something like this:
See something. Food?
Hmmm. Small for food. Food? *bat bat*
Not sure if food. *bat bat bat bat*
Test for food. *bite* Not taste like food.
*chew chew chew* Keep tasting. Maybe turn into food.
*chew chew chew* Still not food.
*swallow* Conclusion.... was not food.
See something. Food? *bat bat*
Not smell like food. *bat bat*
Taste anyway. *chew chew chew*
Taste like last not-food thing.
*pause*
*thoughtful chew*
Ehh.... who cares.
*continue chewing*
Stupid manimal. Gonna friggin' up your dosage, you silly thing...
See something. Food?
Hmmm. Small for food. Food? *bat bat*
Not sure if food. *bat bat bat bat*
Test for food. *bite* Not taste like food.
*chew chew chew* Keep tasting. Maybe turn into food.
*chew chew chew* Still not food.
*swallow* Conclusion.... was not food.
See something. Food? *bat bat*
Not smell like food. *bat bat*
Taste anyway. *chew chew chew*
Taste like last not-food thing.
*pause*
*thoughtful chew*
Ehh.... who cares.
*continue chewing*
Stupid manimal. Gonna friggin' up your dosage, you silly thing...