OMEGA RED

“I’ve run out of vodka. Happens more often than you’d think.”

Cuz it tastes good!

Mixing chocolate milk and vodka.

/ *sigh* I love Leatherface so much…

/ drawing Arkady again. I keep drawing him as fat and at this point idc that’s how he looks to me. I like to think the cannibalism helped him go full Leatherface body type

“What?” Tilting his head again, “I did not lie. I meant what I said.”

Leaning his chin on his hands, watching.

“That’s nice…”

“I do not believe that that is necessary.”

“Huh…I suppose I was.”

*often

“That sounds nice. I purr when I’m calm and comfortable. Doesn’t happen town.”

I’m a warm human being.

A tilt of his head.

“How interesting. Is it involuntary or can you control it?”

Chin hands. “In some ways, I suppose.”

“You can purr as well then?”

Oh. Right, can do.

“I can. I don’t know why, it just happens.”

Oh? How long is he thinking then, just as a rough estimate?

Hey, maybe it’ll be enough to make terrible late night TV a little more bearable.

Spending Halloween mixing skittles and gummy bears with vodka.

Happy to help out. He’s got enough to go around, if nothing else.

Purring.

“Ah yes. You look warm.”

“Ah. You do not prefer the cold?”

Now he is most curious.

How is that possible?

“I see. And what do they call you?”

Pulling the barbell down close to his chest and then pushing it up again. It’s loaded, but the weight is like nothing to him. As far as he’s concerned, the stranger is just another mutant or inhuman visiting the gym at night.

They are sentient then?

“Good. I like burying myself in it. I’m…big. I get hot easily.”

“Ah, there is snow then?”