[R is not in the dining room to eat anything, and every Living person in there should probably be glad of that. He's exploring in the quiet, idle way that he often does - time passes slowly when you have no real need to sleep - and doesn't pay too much attention to the girl until she speaks.
She's talking to a stuffed toy, but he doesn't think that too odd. Wryly, he muses to himself that it probably provides better conversation than some of the other zombies he has tried to speak to.
His hands go into his pockets, and he looks at the cake for a moment. It should probably look appetising. Maybe it would if he could smell it.]
Don't have to eat.. the whole thing. [He suggests helpfully(?). She doesn't seem to be getting too much advice from the fox.]
dining room~ if this is ok c:
She's talking to a stuffed toy, but he doesn't think that too odd. Wryly, he muses to himself that it probably provides better conversation than some of the other zombies he has tried to speak to.
His hands go into his pockets, and he looks at the cake for a moment. It should probably look appetising. Maybe it would if he could smell it.]
Don't have to eat.. the whole thing. [He suggests helpfully(?). She doesn't seem to be getting too much advice from the fox.]