Dawnlark Plains through gutters filled with black debris

one more rounds of posts?

Slancio awkward glanced towards the side, trying to silently plot an escape route. Awkward situations weren't his thing, and he much prefered to avoid them. He tried not to scutter away at the other male's glare, holding his ground. He shifted from foot to foot silently, trying to give himself something to do. "Food is needed," He agreed aloud. "You are not." he deadpanned, after hearing the other male's full sentence.

He drew back slightly, ready to move. "I won't be, " He stated firmly, when the other male made a remark about him being food. "Not now, not ever." He restated, making a move to leave.