[There's a small amount of resistance when Oliver guides him towards the body. Inwardly, Chris is recoiling, and he's really not making that much of an effort to hide it in his face, either; his horse-like ears flicking back, terrified. This is wrong, it's so so wrong.]
I- okay. Right.
[It's said almost meekly. He jokes about Oliver parenting him all the time, but right now, he's genuinely glad for it, willing for Oliver to take the lead in this. Quite frankly, he couldn't have done this alone.
He stares at the body in horror when he gets to him, seeing his chest rise and fall. This was a person. He had a life, maybe even had a family. And now he's just another victim, some poor bastard who's only real crime was living in a world where strangers were dragged in and turned into monsters. None of this is okay.
Luckily for him his hunger takes the wheel. Almost automatically, he reaches out, feeling the pull of something intangible to most, but to him it felt- not solid but...tingly. Something that was THERE. Then he feels it pull from the man and into him. The more he takes, the less the gnawing hunger in the back of his head becomes, until eventually he is full and the man is empty.
He takes a step back, hooves unsteady, wrapping his arms around himself. For once, there's no dumbass dad jokes, no trying to laugh it off. He's eerily quiet. ]
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Date: 2016-04-17 10:08 pm (UTC)I- okay. Right.
[It's said almost meekly. He jokes about Oliver parenting him all the time, but right now, he's genuinely glad for it, willing for Oliver to take the lead in this. Quite frankly, he couldn't have done this alone.
He stares at the body in horror when he gets to him, seeing his chest rise and fall. This was a person. He had a life, maybe even had a family. And now he's just another victim, some poor bastard who's only real crime was living in a world where strangers were dragged in and turned into monsters. None of this is okay.
Luckily for him his hunger takes the wheel. Almost automatically, he reaches out, feeling the pull of something intangible to most, but to him it felt- not solid but...tingly. Something that was THERE. Then he feels it pull from the man and into him. The more he takes, the less the gnawing hunger in the back of his head becomes, until eventually he is full and the man is empty.
He takes a step back, hooves unsteady, wrapping his arms around himself. For once, there's no dumbass dad jokes, no trying to laugh it off. He's eerily quiet. ]