The bowl does. The thing topples from where its was perched and the guts of it splatter over the floor, hissing as the heat of it eats into linoleum like it was spun from sugar. The smell thickens.
And the bowl, a family-sized serving dish, has landed face down. But the rim lifts. A hand slips out. Gloved, silver with an orange ruff.
The sight might be wasted on Jiaoqiu, but the sounds aren't. Flesh squelching, bones snapping back into place as something unfurls beneath the bowl. Reforms, crawling out towards him on hands and knees.]
Ain't ya hungry, Richie? [coos a voice, cruel and apt to cackle. It doesn't seem to care that it has the wrong man.] Couldn't you just eat a horse? Time to dish up, Rich! Kitchen's about to close!
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cw: body horror and squicky noises
The bowl does. The thing topples from where its was perched and the guts of it splatter over the floor, hissing as the heat of it eats into linoleum like it was spun from sugar. The smell thickens.
And the bowl, a family-sized serving dish, has landed face down. But the rim lifts. A hand slips out. Gloved, silver with an orange ruff.
The sight might be wasted on Jiaoqiu, but the sounds aren't. Flesh squelching, bones snapping back into place as something unfurls beneath the bowl. Reforms, crawling out towards him on hands and knees.]
Ain't ya hungry, Richie? [coos a voice, cruel and apt to cackle. It doesn't seem to care that it has the wrong man.] Couldn't you just eat a horse? Time to dish up, Rich! Kitchen's about to close!