I will Feed you

[motherofdiscord]

Characters: Lucrecia, Machi
Setting: Blue Kitchen
Time: Day 19
Summary: Lu fails at not being a mommy.
Warnings: Machi smells your blood

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[machitobaye]

Machi was hungry.

This was not a new experience, or even a relatively exemplary one, but it had woken him up with its insistence, the gnawing, aching jaws of need--

And so he went--the kitchen, obviously, this being day. Only at night did he hunt, and hunt well; only at night did he seek and scent and chase and kill, only at night did he tear deep into the flesh of the weak and hurt and dying, only at night did he hunt for blood.

Right now, he was torn between raw meat and an entire loaf of bread. Maybe both.

He turned the corner into the kitchen, a grotesque, monsterous cariacature of a boy, with long twisted limbs and a distended, maloccluded jaw, his teeth long and suggestive of a dog's. He glanced once at the woman--at her child, the helpless little creature tied to her body--then pulled open the cabinet to retrieve a sealed package of bread, intending to leave without a word.

[motherofdiscord]

Lu watched the boy out of the corner of her eye, spreading cheese onto the bread for her sandwich.

He looked like something caught mid transformation, somewhere stuck between biped and quadruped and not quite comfortable with either.

How unique.

His face was oddly shaped as well, stretched somewhat.

Really, he looked rather unfinished, and not in a normal sort of teenager way. As though someone had gotten started on a project, gotten distracted midway through, and their creation had simply gotten up and walked away. "Surely you need something of more substance than bread. There's meat left, if you'd like some. Or a sandwich and soup, if you'd like some of that."

[machitobaye]

Machi nearly flinched, turning his gaze to look at her sharply--he himself didn't move, but froze, his eyes darting behind the dark reflective lenses of his sunglasses to watch her warily. He backed up slightly, still holding the loaf of bread.

Originally, is plan had been to take the bread, secure it someplace safe and devour it in privacy, then come back (when she would hopefully be gone) and take what he wanted so that he could eat in peace.

This clearly was not going to be possible.

"No," he said flatly, his voice deadpan; there was no inflection at all save for an underpinning of suspicion.

He did not trust her.

[motherofdiscord]

Lu wasn't really asking for trust, or anything even approaching it. She wanted more time to study the boy. "No to the meat? Or no to the Sandwich? I understand the the fridge will give you whatever you're looking for." She wondered if he wore the glasses because his eyes had become more light sensitive? Or was it possible a preexisting quirk of character? Either way, he liked being able to look at someone without them knowing.

The way he turned implied enhanced hearing, and his limbs moved just as awkwardly as first observation had led her to think.

There was no way such a mutation could occur naturally, it was obviously caused by outside forces. But what would do such shoddy work? The joints were all wrong and backwards, the boy was neither truly bipedal nor true quadruped, a mix of both with neither working quite right or in complete synchronicity.

Was this a product of the so called "Phantasms" or some more mundane science?

[machitobaye]

Machi bared his teeth, just slightly. He hated being condescended to--had grown to hate it over time here, in the constant presence of strangers, had grown to dislike a lot of things that once had rendered him indifferent. It wasn't so much the concescension as the conversation, however, and he edged away, his eyes still watching her as he moved towards the door with his bread.

In another circumstance, with something less human, he might almost have been said to have been circling her.

He could smell... something. Something familiar--something warm, alluring, with a pull unlike any other--it was different from the pull of blood, of death, of injury, this...

..this smell was safety.

Something was wrong.