Open | November

[wwrench]

WHO: wwrench + OPEN TO ANYONE
WHEN: November
WHERE: Solvunn + Horizon + Nocwich
WHAT: Fortifying for winter and doing some shady (?) shit, setting up his Horizon and offering some ASL lessons, and general exploration
WARNINGS: TBD - will be marked and added as they appear

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[wwrench]

Their conversation seems to be going particularly well, given its myriad of complications. But that doesn't stop Wrench from taking a step backwards at the same time Nanaue takes one forward. He raises his hands in a gesture of placation, like one might do to a cornered animal. Unfortunately, it might make Wrench look more invested in the offered trade.

No.

He drops his hands and shakes his head, then realizes he ought to clarify.

Thank you. I'm full.
You can take the blood. Yes, share.

It's totally fine. Not like he had plans for black pudding. Truthfully, Wrench is still wary of all of this God business anyway.

[nomnoms]

Nanaue doesn't question why this person has chosen this method of text conversation rather than verbal. Maybe he thinks it's more fun? Either way, the reason doesn't matter much to him, and he's happy to continue practicing writing.

OK
THANK YOU

Rather than taking the blood (however Wrench might've expected him to), Nanaue dunks his snack into the muck, swirling it around a few times before chomping down again.

TASTEE

Although, this doesn't seem right. Nanaue used to be happy to just take things that were offered without thinking twice. Sharing did not come naturally to him, but he has found he enjoys it. So, he is quietly disappointed that Wrench does not want some of his snack, too. What can he give Wrench...

With his free hand, he digs around in a pouch at the waist of his leather kilt. From within, he produces a large tooth in his palm. One of his own teeth.

WANT?

When he noticed friends kept picking them up as they naturally fall out, he started collecting them too.

[wwrench]

There's something so absurd... so totally unexpected about Nanaue using the blood as a sauce or a gravy. Wrench can't help but laugh. The amused breath bursts out of him totally unexpectedly and without restraint, and rattles his chest with such a sharp guffaw that he looks almost embarrassed. He bites it back quickly, like he'd rather not have made a sound at all. But with it, all of his wariness seems to drop. When Nanaue goes searching for something, Wrench steps a little closer to watch him hunt around in that pouch.

He's definitely not expecting that reveal. Wrench has seen shark teeth before, if the idle trinkets in rest stop stores count. They're always amid the fake crystals and bits of taffy, encouraging children to fill their pockets with stolen tchotchkes when their parents' backs are turned. The real thing is a lot bigger than he's expecting. Wrench takes it and studies it. He doesn't know what he can use it for, but he can't pretend it's not pretty cool.

Thank you.
Your name's Nanaue?

Somebody must've read the latest pamphlet.

[nomnoms]

Nanaue seems pleased that the tooth is accepted. The serrated edges are still sharp, like a miniature saw.

The nice part about conversing this way is that Nanaue does not have to stop eating. He gives his snack another dip and tears into it again, most of the flesh has been consumed at this point and he begins gnawing on the bone - it cracks easily under the pressure of his jaws. Some shards fall to the ground, some he swallows.

ME NANAUE
YOU NAME?