Shrieky frowns. This encounter is quickly escalating into strange and slightly disgusting areas. He steps back automatically as the corpse steps forward into his space, without even really thinking about it.
"Why would I give you trouble? You're the one calling people humans and threatening to injure them and blocking the way to the clothes rack, I think if one of us was trying to distribute trouble, then it's fairly obvious which one of us that would be."
At this point, his natural instinct to argue vehemently and cause trouble has been trumped by his desire not to be disemboweled, so instead Shrieky distracts himself by studying the rotting face of the figure before him. Although it's clearly not the important part of this situation, he does find himself fixating slightly on the inevitable problems that this must pose.
"Also, sorry, could I ask... is there some way for your cheeks to heal, eventually?"
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"Why would I give you trouble? You're the one calling people humans and threatening to injure them and blocking the way to the clothes rack, I think if one of us was trying to distribute trouble, then it's fairly obvious which one of us that would be."
At this point, his natural instinct to argue vehemently and cause trouble has been trumped by his desire not to be disemboweled, so instead Shrieky distracts himself by studying the rotting face of the figure before him. Although it's clearly not the important part of this situation, he does find himself fixating slightly on the inevitable problems that this must pose.
"Also, sorry, could I ask... is there some way for your cheeks to heal, eventually?"