SPROUT || hatching

THERE IS NO LIFE, THERE IS NO SPARK !

CAESAR CIPHER. MALE. THE PITT. DWELLER.

Well, the damn thing hatched, and right before Caesar's eyes. The demon blinked at the chick that just fought her way out of the egg, unsure of what to say at first. After all, he doubted that the chick could talk, let alone understand anything he (or anyone else) said. Hearing Mercede's words though, he snorted. "We should eat it." He had half the mind to attack the damn thing, but it barely had any meat to it. Maybe they could poison it and leave it in The Typhoon or Tanglewood's territory. "It's not like it'll have any feelings." Besides, it's not like anyone knew whether or not this chick had a consciousness and was able to tell what going on. And frankly, Caesar didn't want to wait months before deciding that they could eat the damn thing.

#psychosocial.