Haunted Wood Are you on the square?

Inside, he was chuckling - but he had trouble showing his pleasure on his face. The corners of his mouth raised ever so slightly at the scene. Apparently the ugly freak didn't taste great either - yet somehow this fact had flabbergasted his brother and he looked to Death for an answer. He didn't have one, besides the obvious that ugly things often didn't taste great. He pulled up his shoulders in a "Dunno" kind of fashion, before he was distracted by the other dragonfly.

He didn't know why, but he felt like his brother expected something of him with the return of the creature. With a wide-eyed look on his face, lips in a tight line, he tried to balance on his hind legs and swat at the dragonfly. Of course, he was nowhere near stable standing like that and quickly tumbled on his back with a soft thump. He looked to Famine then, silently asking "like this?".