Shadewood A foe turned friend

He was unsure, clearly foreign in being a student once again. While he hadn’t ever taught anyone as his own, it was strange being here once again. But it was even more of a challenge- with Slade there was flowy language and lies where they’re could both be predictable at some point. But with the Demon, nothing could be gathered as he gave no vocalties. 

He hadn’t had much time to eat today- he had tried to re-enter into the Familial scene but he simply couldn’t find the cord needed to be open, approachable, friendly. He constantly sought excuses to pardon himself. 
He was off center, and couldn’t figure out why.

Taking the offered meal, he began to work at the pieces that the other male had left behind, almost grateful for the scraps like some snivel of a pup, but strangely feeling comfort in sharing something for once with someone. The ex-assassin was conflicted.
But he had eaten, pulling and plucking at stringy sinew and tendon alike, teasing and ripping what he could besides the massive mentor.