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[organics_only]

Who: Vivien and YOU
Where: Kitchen
When: Day 005
What: Vivien's hungry...feel free to come and stare. And possibly freak out.
Warnings: Eating of raw organs. Anything else and it'll be updated as needed.

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[sandsnowfoxtrot]

Kari blinked.

Was that person...

That person was eating offal. Furthermore, she was eating it raw. She was also remarkably pregnant, and Kari couldn't imagine these two things being healthy when mixed.

Kari had resorted to offal in the past, but only when needed, and she'd at least cooked it, first.

"Um...are you..." maybe she was a ghost...ghosts didn't wander during the day. Could there be day-ghosts?

[organics_only]

Glancing up, Vivien licked the cooled blood from her lips. Was it really that strange to see someone eating here? She knew that her diet was odd, but not completely unknown.

Reluctantly setting her utensils aside, she used her napkin to dab her mouth before speaking.

"Am I what?" Far too advanced in her pregnancy than what she should be? Yes. Strange for her food choice? Not so much.

[sandsnowfoxtrot]

She leaned forward a bit, opening her mouth, but hesitating.

"...sorry, it's just...are you eating that raw?

Eating of offal had probably been more common on her world than others, before the end, at least...but she'd never seen anyone eating it raw.

[organics_only]

Looking between the girl and her plate, she cocked a brow, not quite believing that she asked such an obvious question.

"Yes...do you have a problem with that?"

If she did, she could just turn away. She had to eat and right now, this was what she was craving.

[allthekeys]

Lock pushed through the door newly appeared in the wall of the kitchen, face still twisted in a scowl that added very little age to his face. He didn't notice her at first. He was busy getting as far away from Niall as he could in as short as time as possible to really care who he ran past.

The first thing he noticed was her belly, not the blood covering her face. What little blood there was in his pale face drained, eyes never leaving her stomach. "Pregnant."

[organics_only]

Looking up as the child entered the room, she tilted her head at the child's reaction. What was wrong with him? Pushing back from the table, she set a hand protectively over her stomach; she didn't know what his problem was, but until she got an answer, she would consider him unpredictable and a possible danger.

"Last time I checked, yes. Why?" She could tell just by looking at him that something wasn't right...just not what it had to do with her.

[allthekeys]

His fingers found the edge of the bandage encircling his head for a moment, before his hand quickly dropped to his side. Pregnant.

Fuck.

"Last time you checked?" He stared at her belly, estimating how far along she was. Trying to judge the danger he might be in.

She was eating raw meat, which could mean a lot of things, he didn't think any of them were good unless she was some sort of human looking carnivore thing.

He hoped she was some sort of human looking carnivore thing. "How far along are you?"

[organics_only]

Glancing to the bandage, she kept herself from asking what had happened to him. There were more important things at hand...like why he was looking at her like that.

Oh dear, he had to ask the one question that even she was second guessing herself on. If her estimation was to be right, somewhere between fourteen and eighteen weeks...for her own sanity, perhaps a bit longer.

It was a moment before she answered, the answer seeming completely ridiculous. "...About eighteen weeks." There was something off about the boy...he didn't talk or carry himself like anyone else in the house.