Cedar Sweep the whole world is sleeping

watching the boy snort and stomp delight can only think same, though a prickle of irritation flashes through him when it looks like he isn't going to stop - "oi," the androgyne starts, ready to be offended, but pauses as the stranger slows and speaks again. he huffs.

"good as i gotta be to eat, y'know," delight says in his most 'no-duh' voice. and it's true: he gets by, he wasn't exactly starving before mato picked him up, though he's never really gone after more than small game by himself. belatedly the núro realises that was probably a (terrible) invitation to hunt with the stranger. he sighs and straightens his back, stepping a little closer. "i don't have anything else going on if you wanna hunt together, i guess," delight says, an approximation of (if we're being generous) friendliness in his voice. if nothing else it's a distraction from what truly ails him, and a welcome one at that.