[ 'Amรฉlie'. He'll be remembering that name for a WHILE. All too eagerly he jumps at the idea of being useful. ]
โ ABEL! I'm Abel, that's me! I know this place like the back of my hand, so you came to the right guy!
[ His hand is immediately offered, crooked smile
Ah . .
[ Messing with the past . . ? Better not to leave her name at the scene of the crime. ]
Honored to make your acquaintance. Please, call me Amรฉlie. Will you show me around, misterโฆ.?
Hah โ ! Wow!
[ That's certainly a brand new feeling, cheeks flushing as he's guided to look down at the prettiest thing he's ever seen. ]
No, not โ not scary at all! We have plenty of fun here, all the time! I โ sorry, what's your name, ma'am?
Arenโt you kind.
[ Guiding him into looking down, claws gently brushing against his chin. ]
I mean no harm. I just want to have a little fun. Thatโs not so scary, is it?
Unaware of the watcher, Abel begins to hum, free hand patting out a rhythm on his legs.
"Should probably rotate soon," mutter, mutter, "fresher grass . . "
[ It's sticky, but not in an unpleasant way. Sort of like the texture of a date, though wildly different in flavor. He really, REALLY likes it. ]
Different candies, [ he mumbles, obviously in awe. ]
(And then they light up at his reaction. Good. Now they're just fucking up the timeline)
Not all but some. Different candies have different tastes. What ya just had was plain ol' chocolate an' caramel.
[ pulling out a piece, abel throws it in his mouth. and he freezes, eyes going wide. ]
. . OH! [ the smile that breaks out is wide and excited, eyes darting towards mortis. ] candy is AWESOME. does all candy taste like this ? !
[ hands reach up, quickly snagging the bag from the air. with an aura of caution, he carefully opens it, sniffing the contents. ]
. . huh. smells nice.