melodiesofeternity | arm to the teeth [OPEN]

Who: Dylas and you!
When: After the new arrivals.
Where: A storage room in the Curti Center, later ~~walking~~ slithering to his home in the housing district.
What: Dylas receives a wonderful regain that earns him a few stares. Not entirely sure what's wrapped so tightly in the canvas, he decides to unroll it before heading home...
Warnings/Notes: Mentions of cannibalism, mostly played for humor.

i. can I give you a hand?

What’s their problem?

[Dylas asks the question aloud and at no one in particular as he makes his exit from the Biggs and Wedge. As if getting called out there wasn’t annoying enough—he’s been trying to keep a low profile for a number of good reasons. But those two assholes? They wouldn’t even look at him. Dylas calls himself a monster, but being stared at like one from people who have probably seen all kinds of weird shit is more annoying than hurtful. And all because of this parcel.

He looks down at where it’s tucked under his arm. Something from his home word, apparently, that’s what he’s carrying. But it’s long, lumpy. He can’t remember owning anything shaped like this back in his apartment. In fact, in Ryslig, he hadn’t owned many things at all aside from fishing equipment. This...it’s too short for a fishing rod. And with the canvas, he can’t smell it.

...well, it can’t be that bad.

And it isn’t bad until he’s stepped into what he thinks is an empty, seldom-used store room and sets the parcel down on a small table. He wastes no time in unwrapping it and, lo and behold, there’s a human arm staring back up at him. It’s still wearing its watch. Cute. Dylas stares down at it with a sigh, torn between relief, horror, confusion, and exasperation...when he hears the door opening. But it’s too late. He’s like a deer in the headlights, eyes wide and mouth hanging open as the door slowly swings open.

How is he going to explain this?]

——Don't look!!! I'm, uh, changing!

ii. just another normal day

[So, maybe he understands why Biggs and Wedge didn’t make eye contact with him now. Maybe. Maybe he’s also surprised he made it out of there without any authorities being alerted, because what the hell. He’s heard about these things, these objects from other people’s home worlds. He never thought he’d get one. And now that he has one, he doesn’t want it. Throwing it away would also be problematic.

Dylas manages to make it to the housing district without any further unraveling incidents, but when your morning starts with someone sending you an arm, your luck isn’t bound to get much better. He’s slithering fast, his massive weight taking corners without pausing. One moment, a passerby could be minding their own business, and the very next there’s a giant snake-man clutching a package crashing or near-crashing into them.

Sometimes, Dylas is nicer, but today is not the day for that.]

Are you trying to eat sidewalk, or do you just have your head up your ass?

[He’s agitated enough by the encounter for his fangs to be showing, but maybe he’ll calm down. Maybe. Once he stops glaring and feels less tense about this whole ordeal.]

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Yeah, um...before I was a harpy. [The slightest of slight droops in his feathers, before he perks up again.] Ah, but I'm wide awake now! So you don't have to worry about that.

[Luckily Yue's perfectly happy with the bare minimum, because when it comes to basic needs like hunger his standards are limbo low.

Picking up the arm, sniffing it..................curiously nibbling at a finger.

Tasty!]

H-hey! That's for both of us.

[He picks the arm back up. The sight of Yue feeding was more than enough to get Dylas' fangs emerging, and...

...he does the exact same thing. He sniffs it, and then he takes a bite out of a different finger. Just a nibble. No secondhand kissing today.]

Hah. See? I told you it was good. This is...a good thing. I won't have to grab someone else if we make it last.

[Wow, so that's how it's gonna be, huh? No just kidding he's fine. Yue watches him bite the hand that'll feed them, thinking over how they're gonna split five fingers between the two of them. Then again, they're different lengths, plus there's an arm attached, so...

...Anyway, he nods.]

Mm, you're right. If we have this, we won't need anybody else for a little while. [Do they still have any elezen left over?] I wonder what happened to the rest of the person though? If all we got was an arm.

[It's hard to put down. Once you pop, you just can't stop! But he's thinking the same things. How is he going to cook this? He's thankful for the Gourmand job. Their Elezen friend made for a delightful dinner party. He still has a few leftovers to share!]

If this is from home, I must've had it in my freezer. Maybe I kept it as a souvenir or something.

[He can't say he recognizes it, but hey, it came with a watch! And it's pretty beefy. Dylas only targets adult men, so...]

Yeah. This isn't a bad thing. You have any requests?

A souvenir...

[That's kind of weird? But requests, requests...he hmmmmms a bit, tapping his chin with a claw.]

.......Noodles? [Would that even work.

Yue doesn't think enough about food.]

[Dylas smiles a little, just for Yue.]

Noodles, huh? Yeah. If we don't make a meat dish, we can make it last a little longer.

[He even reaches out to ruffle Yue's hair because he's apparently the mom and fresh meat has him kind of giddy.]

If I equip Gourmand, I can make anything you want.

[Ooh, it works! Yue takes the hair ruffle, immediately popping back up once he's free.]

Anything I want? Really? Could you even make, umm.....curry! Or takoyaki!

Yep. Anything.

[It's a little annoying, actually, because he's not sure where his abilities end and the gourmand's begins, but...]

Pretty sure the guild would ban me somehow if they knew, so...keep it to yourself.

[Ban him.........oh, because he's cooking an arm? Yeah, that'd make sense, probably.]

Mm, I'll tell them you're a good cook! They don't have to know what's in it.

You know you don't have to tell them anything, right? ...when are you hanging out with other gourmands to begin with?

[Well, he can at least start putting the arm away. With about as much ceremony as a normal person would reserve for slicing a carrot, he slices off two fingers and slides them closer to Yue with the knife.]

We'll start on the arm in week or so, alright? You'll have to settle for plain curry until then.

Well I'm not really, but if I did...

[He giggles a bit, taking a finger and nibbling on it like it's a baby carrot.]

That sounds good! Plain curry is tasty, too~

Who do you hang out with, anyways...

[Yue just seems to vanish sometimes (to the roof) and it's not like Dylas knows who he's hanging out with?]

Are you making friends?

I am! I've got Hunk, and you, and Roxas...

[He started off vaguely defensive but he kinda petered out at the end there....he takes another little bite of the finger instead.]

What about you? Have you been having fun out there?

[Dylas makes a face at the name 'Hunk', but he's not going to say anything about it. He just takes a deep breath.

Okay, he is going to say something about it.]

Hunk is a lot to put up with sometimes.

[But he shakes his friends. Does he have any? No. Does he want any?

...]

I went fishing again yesterday. The waters here are pretty different. That's fun enough for me.

[What was that face for....does Hunk annoy him.....somehow Yue can understand if that's the case.

He tilts his head anyway, though.]

You like fishing? Are the fish tasty? Maybe if you catch a really nice fish we can get Hunk to cook it!

[as if Dylas can't]

Wha—

[Dylas immediately pouts. Why are they still talking about Hunk? Why does Yue jump straight to having someone else cook when he's already a gourmand himself? So is Hunk, sure, but.]

Why can't I cook it? Why does he get too cook it?

Ah, did you want to cook it? That works too! Maybe your fish will taste better than his.

[He's never tried Hunk's fish, so there is literally no way to compare.]

Of course my fish will taste better than his! No one understands more what it's like to be a fish than me.

[Is he okay?]

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