[ he snorts. well, if that's a power... that's not necessarily a bad one to have. someone who is reliably reckless isn't awful. ]

They just think we're gonna integrate and preoccupy ourselves with whatever bull outside of fightin' things they couldn't do themselves.

[ now distracted from the prospect of "high quality meat" products, leona rolls his shoulders. when he closes his eyes for a moment, the grimace that follows provides a glimpse at a fang as he aggressively yawns.

he really needs a nap (he has been napping). ]

Maybe I should just have one of those sticks your lil' friend was tendin' to. Least they're warm, right?