[He picks at his sleeve; he's being pedantic because he's uncomfortable, and he knows it. Were this anyone else — maybe even himself, were he not an aberration — he'd have been fine with the description, maybe even played along, given how marvelous his undead frame feels at the moment. Unfortunately, he is an undead, and he doesn't like thinking about living things — not animals, and not, by extension, people — as food for a being that should not be.]
I know what you're going to suggest.
[The excitement emanating from Qubit is hard to miss; Carlisle is just waiting for him to say it aloud.]
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[He picks at his sleeve; he's being pedantic because he's uncomfortable, and he knows it. Were this anyone else — maybe even himself, were he not an aberration — he'd have been fine with the description, maybe even played along, given how marvelous his undead frame feels at the moment. Unfortunately, he is an undead, and he doesn't like thinking about living things — not animals, and not, by extension, people — as food for a being that should not be.]
I know what you're going to suggest.
[The excitement emanating from Qubit is hard to miss; Carlisle is just waiting for him to say it aloud.]