[ This still doesn't sit right with him. It's not the same. His inherent curiosity won't be willing to let this topic go, either. He huffs out a half-hum, half-sigh, a non-verbal sign that he isn't satisfied by Louis' explanation.
But instead of following up, he points to one of the food tents ahead. ]
There. Fried shrimp. Let's get some. [ glance. ] Do you eat shrimp in your world, or are they people too?
[ as horrifying as shrimp-headed people would be. ]
no subject
But instead of following up, he points to one of the food tents ahead. ]
There. Fried shrimp. Let's get some. [ glance. ] Do you eat shrimp in your world, or are they people too?
[ as horrifying as shrimp-headed people would be. ]