[ It's a pleasant sound, the bones crackling. That satisfying second-hand feeling of something clicking into place, reminding him of when he does the exact opposite: rip bones apart, break them in half before he sinks his teeth in. People have described something similar when they crush dry leaves under their shoes, so... it must be something about the destruction involved. ]
Don't be a freak.
[ Like the ones who like to watch, he means. Fucked if he knows what they get off on. ]
... I'm not calling you all that. [ So, with a huff, another piece coming off, ] Just K. I'm Petre.
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Don't be a freak.
[ Like the ones who like to watch, he means. Fucked if he knows what they get off on. ]
... I'm not calling you all that. [ So, with a huff, another piece coming off, ] Just K. I'm Petre.
[ The metallic crash complements his name. ]