brows raise, and they grin some with painted lips. “great question. i was tempted t'ask you the same.”
they walk from under the meek shadows; a familiar face, maybe. though with a few differences. enough to be a wee but uncanny. “why bother t'drag the corpse away? much more fun
the rush of nourishment has passed.
now , to deal with what's left.
with not so much of a grunt of effort , Dandridge grasps the poor departed soul by the back of their jacket , and slings the body over his shoulder to carry it off to some secret place.
but he was not alone.
with a snarl , he twisted around to face the intruder , eyes blazing.
“𝙒𝙝𝙤 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 ׅׅ𖤠”