Pointy ears are witches, got it. [Demons definitely hold a more negative connotation just from a biblical sense, but he doesn't have any concept of witches one way or another. But the kid doesn't strike him as anything bad. Just a little guarded. But a hard life will do that.]
Mhmm. Well, and the worms.
[Which might be a weird thing to point out, but since the worms are a hivemind in the form of one obnoxious Zazi, it feels worth pointing out.
But they'll have to save their homeworld talk for later, because right now there's a bunch of curious kids looking their way and Hunter doesn't look like he knows what to do at all.
A couple of younger ones are brave enough to come up immediately, a couple reaching for the boxes on the counters that they can't reach, so Wolfwood happily grabs a handful out of the box to hand to them.
A little girl lingers a little further behind them, before reaching for Hunter, tugging on his sleeve.]
Are those for us, Mister?
[And Wolfwood is suddenly slapping a few bags of snacks into Hunter's chest for him to hand over even as he's busy talking to the small group that's gathering nearby.]
We'll bring more later, so try not to hoard these, alright? Can you help pass 'em out? Make sure everybody gets somethin', ok? I got suckers for everyone who helps.
[And just like that, handfuls are getting scattered out among the children and Wolfwood is smiling in a way that's only ever directed towards kids, which means a genuine kind of happy smile.]
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Mhmm. Well, and the worms.
[Which might be a weird thing to point out, but since the worms are a hivemind in the form of one obnoxious Zazi, it feels worth pointing out.
But they'll have to save their homeworld talk for later, because right now there's a bunch of curious kids looking their way and Hunter doesn't look like he knows what to do at all.
A couple of younger ones are brave enough to come up immediately, a couple reaching for the boxes on the counters that they can't reach, so Wolfwood happily grabs a handful out of the box to hand to them.
A little girl lingers a little further behind them, before reaching for Hunter, tugging on his sleeve.]
Are those for us, Mister?
[And Wolfwood is suddenly slapping a few bags of snacks into Hunter's chest for him to hand over even as he's busy talking to the small group that's gathering nearby.]
We'll bring more later, so try not to hoard these, alright? Can you help pass 'em out? Make sure everybody gets somethin', ok? I got suckers for everyone who helps.
[And just like that, handfuls are getting scattered out among the children and Wolfwood is smiling in a way that's only ever directed towards kids, which means a genuine kind of happy smile.]