"Are you kidding me." He looks at her and licks her with his long tongue. "You. My good friend. Are a freak."

I wipe off the spit and roll over. "I am what I am and what I made myself to be."

"Spoken like a poet. Good people make bad choices. That doesn't mean they're bad people, it means their human." He holds up a hand, admiring his fingernails, then grazes another finger on top of his index finger, as if one was a flint and the other steel. A spark came off of it and floated down, landing in some grass and igniting it a small bit. He ripped off another branch and ate it.

"You are what you are not what you want to be but if you try hard enough you can be."

"Treat me like. King, I'll treat you like a queen. Treat me like a game and I'll sow you how it's played." Fire slithers up his arm as he recites words of wisdom his sensei taught him when he was training with Dakufaia. Or rather, ******n was taught and Kemono was listening.

"Hmm.....interesting." I say as I roll back over.

He rolls his. "If you have something to say to me, just say it."

"It."

"Your sarcasm is overwhelming."

"Oops."