I'm so .. hungry!

[ Trying to bite Tim .. ]

He's already eaten the poor man's brains & face ...

. . . .

[ Tackles Tim !!! ]

<— Eating a man

"....That.. can't be right. Look at me. I'm here. I can talk.. I can mostly think. Things are.. they're still fuzzy."

He stared at Rose, his brow coming together, though as lips parted to speak, his teeth had become noticably sharper. Like a predator to hunt his prey.

"I'm ... I'm real."

He released Rose reluctantly, knowing how easy it would be to take a bite from him then & there.

Tuning in on the beat of his heart, the sounds of his body at work — the flow of his blood through his veins.

"Is..something wrong with me..? Why am I so hungry..? It hurts..."

Eyes settled on the other, his vision hazy & his mind still adjusting to his rebirth ... if one could suggest he were alive to begin with.

His stomach twisted to a knot inside, crying out for a bite to eat.

"Food sounds..nice." He spoke softly, scraping his teeth against his own palm.

"Rose ... Dad — " He choked out, bringing a hand to cover his own mouth.

"I can't help it .. I-I really want ... to eat you right now."

"Really.. hungry." He muttered softly, retaining his grip on the man, unable to contain himself though he would try ... saliva dripping from his mouth just from the thought of taking a bite.

Mesmerized & enticed by the thought of devouring the other.

But he can't. He couldn't... ++

"I'm .. really hungry, Rose."

"You're....making me hungry."

"Have you always smelled so good.." He muttered to himself as he thought aloud, hands keeping Rose close to him.

Another inhale ... flesh, blood, all the components that made for a enticing meal.

Enticing meal?

"Ah....I can't help it." ++

His arms around Rose tight.

...Leaning close, his nose soon nudging against his neck & taking in his scent.

& it made him ... hungry.

"Juicy.."

He was greatful for the affection & the warmth ... as memories of their past began flooding back to him.

Rose ... the only person in his life who truly mattered to him & who had made him feel like he mattered.

But there was still a strange feeling when it came to their embrace... ++

// He's not quite ... himself. Not completely.

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Also feel free to pester my new Juno account now that I'm back in Overwatch hell .

And I cannot lie ☝️✨ as far as HOW Ronnie is alive again. 🫣 well. "Alive".

I didn't plan that out yet...
but he's back by popular demand.

He was slow to accept the sudden embrace, his expression questioning but his arms came to wrap around the other carefully.

Existence in itself were still surreal feeling for the other as he tried to regain what fuzzy memories he had.

"...Home." He muttered softly, his grip tightening.

Tearing open a pack of raw ground beef, shoveling it into his mouth ...

A slow turn of the corpse's head, tired eyes meeting Ash's own with a curious gaze.

A throbbing in his head told him he knew the other, but the memories felt hazy.

"I'm ... really hungry."

Leaning forward, he'd stare at Rose with eyes that seemed to soften with a glance.

"....Rose."

"Ronnie...." He repeated softly, the name — his own name feeling strange on his lips as he began to recall the stone he found himself perched at prior to his venture to Rose.

"Ronnie.." He said again, his hand touching at his chest , right over his heart.

𝘕𝘰 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘴𝘦. A problem for later. ++

"I ..."

"The party..."

"I ... I don't know. I do.. it's there I feel it." He muttered, moving a hand to touch his own face as he caught a glimpse of his own reflection from a nearby mirror.

".....My record. It was a gift that-" A softened breath where he'd pause, pondering, assessing.. ++

Glassy, blue eyes lifted towards the man slowly as if to observe him — studying him with an expression that could only be described as ... perplexed.

He feels it. That pull that's drawing him to this man ... it's there in the back of his mind.

"My....record."

"Where's my record...."

The entire time he had been cleaned up, he couldn't help but retain his focus on Rose every passing second ... the gentle touch of his hands as they worked to scrub his hair & face clean.

A tenderness that didn't come often, but something he had experienced sometime before.

++

Sitting down, slowly — almost too quick to listen as though he'd trust every word the other said so easily.

That comfort remaining, & the familiarity he still couldn't quite place. "....The flower was home. At home.."

"I'd find the flower.. at home. Here. This is home...I think."

"No ... it's.." His voice is hoarse as he coughs up remaining dirt & debris, using the cloth to swipe his lips clean while he'd attempt to recollect his thoughts.

"The .. flower..."

"Takes care ... of me." He rambled softly, his eyes focused on the floor.