Lezli squinted in disapproval at the gaudy creations hanging around, bony little fingers twitching. In sudden, jerky movements he snagged them all, resisting the urge to put the crystals in his mouth, as they had a Purpose beyond Sort-of-Food.
(He still did not explicitly
get food as a concept, considering his gaping chest cavity and lack of organs. Humans seemed to enjoy it a great deal, though. They quite literally could not get enough.)
"Mine," he said, solemn, and began breaking the strings, shoveling beads and charms into his pockets instead.
Efficient.
(Not really. Or, at all, actually.)
Zoobey
can we even backdate this is it ok THAT IS HOW FAR BEHIND I AM GONNA TAG IT ANYWAY