Firestone Hot Springs filled with cancers and poppy tarts

Lucky for them, it seemed like they had a picky eater on their hands. Not surprising. They were a wolf after all, and a kid on top of that. A corner of their mouth pulled up into a smug grin as the boy spat out blood and guts. Most of it shot right at their face, but it didn’t bother them too much. They’re already covered in blood, and they’ve wallowed in much nastier shit. They just shook off when the kid was done with his spit fest (it didn’t get much off).

Buzzard raised an eyebrow when he questioned them about an age old saying. Whaaa? How do you not know what finders keepers is? Every kid knew what that was! Well they did at least. Well, to be fair this guy was probably raised waaaay differently than they were. If he’s spitting out food and questioning basic shit then he had to be pampered.

Hey I ain’t that gross! It’s just gone a little bad that’s all. It ain’t-

Wait what. Did he just say? That he’s never tasted pee? Buzzard snorted, and their grin grew wider. Sounds like something someone that’s tasted pee would say. The only thing that was keeping them from bursting with laughter was the pissed off look on his face. Wouldn’t want to lose an eye over this, but boy was it hard to hold it in. 

Buzzard wasn’t the best at holding back though. When the kid started puking it was all over. They laughed profusely as it just kept coming and coming. He brought them to tears. It was funny enough to forget the fact that he just vomited all over lunch. Jesus, they haven’t laughed this hard in forever.

Holy shit kid. They collapsed on their side and cackled some more, though it was slowly (very slowly) coming to a stop. You don’t get out much do you?