[ He's already peeling his soiled glove from his hand by the time Tetora asks for some music, reaching for the permanent fixture at his hip to fumble with the setup. By and large, the consideration he's just shown for his battered cassette player is useless (it's already slick with panther guts and who-the-fuck-knows-what-else), but it's the thought that matters. For Venom, his music is a tether and an anchor.
Tetora is tasked with the last few inches of their adventures in mutilating a corpse, while Venom goes through the comfortable click-hum routine of rewinding his tape. The song is the same one he'd had on-deck when he'd found Tetora crouched over the innards of a music console; are we seeing a pattern here, or what?
Venom reaches to help Tetora out for the final stretch, and then hefts the stripped body so that the fluids slowly drain onto the grass. His voice sweeps over the funereal grind of the music. ]
I've got a few mouths I'm looking to feed. Including yours. [ He'd only meant to kill one panther, though, so the other one's just going to have to rot. Sorry, dude. ] If this hasn't put you off your appetite.
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Tetora is tasked with the last few inches of their adventures in mutilating a corpse, while Venom goes through the comfortable click-hum routine of rewinding his tape. The song is the same one he'd had on-deck when he'd found Tetora crouched over the innards of a music console; are we seeing a pattern here, or what?
Click.
Venom reaches to help Tetora out for the final stretch, and then hefts the stripped body so that the fluids slowly drain onto the grass. His voice sweeps over the funereal grind of the music. ]
I've got a few mouths I'm looking to feed. Including yours. [ He'd only meant to kill one panther, though, so the other one's just going to have to rot. Sorry, dude. ] If this hasn't put you off your appetite.
[ He wouldn't hold it against Tetora, really. ]