[Early this morning, something intriguing was posted to the network. Left alone in these early hours, Diavolo had plenty of time to mull over it before Doppio rose for the day. There is so much time for thinking when there is no room to sleep. And while the relative silence in Diavolo's mind was welcome after the constant buzzing of the week prior, it's unlike him to let anything suspicious slip past him without heavy consideration.
And, oh, this message was suspicious. At face value, it's nothing of particular interest to him. "Anti-monster home security" — but he doesn't make a point of invading the homes of humans. But, then, safety is paramount. And though the butchery demonstration is of no use to him, Diavolo has not yet given Cervo the opportunity to indulge in a properly cooked meal. The deer was amusingly taken with the novelty of a seared dinner — how would he respond to something finely made? Diavolo is no chef, and his dealings with human bodies have been brutal at best, but he has few productive activities to occupy his free time with. Perhaps this is a starting point.
Of course, he doesn't admit those thoughts.
When he speaks to Doppio soon after he wakes, he is all business. His tone is light, airy, unperturbed. It almost feels like a mission. "A curious message was posted to the network this morning," he starts. "Something is to be broadcast on television this evening. We would do well to investigate this. If you aren't preoccupied today, Doppio...?"
And the rest of the day slips away. Having a goal to pursue, small as it is, energizes him. And this task being something he's comfortable tackling as a team makes it all the better. It may be insignificant in the grand scheme of things, but keeping track of the affairs of others like this is almost a taste of normalcy. For tonight, he can feel capable and in control.
And when the hour approaches, he is doing his best to relax in front of the television, a tangle of too-small blankets and long limbs. This being a "mission" does not preclude his own comfort.]
Doppio... did you bring any food? I don't know how long this is going to be.
[Doppio isn't as peckish as usual in this form... but Diavolo can't help but ask.]
march 24
And, oh, this message was suspicious. At face value, it's nothing of particular interest to him. "Anti-monster home security" — but he doesn't make a point of invading the homes of humans. But, then, safety is paramount. And though the butchery demonstration is of no use to him, Diavolo has not yet given Cervo the opportunity to indulge in a properly cooked meal. The deer was amusingly taken with the novelty of a seared dinner — how would he respond to something finely made? Diavolo is no chef, and his dealings with human bodies have been brutal at best, but he has few productive activities to occupy his free time with. Perhaps this is a starting point.
Of course, he doesn't admit those thoughts.
When he speaks to Doppio soon after he wakes, he is all business. His tone is light, airy, unperturbed. It almost feels like a mission. "A curious message was posted to the network this morning," he starts. "Something is to be broadcast on television this evening. We would do well to investigate this. If you aren't preoccupied today, Doppio...?"
And the rest of the day slips away. Having a goal to pursue, small as it is, energizes him. And this task being something he's comfortable tackling as a team makes it all the better. It may be insignificant in the grand scheme of things, but keeping track of the affairs of others like this is almost a taste of normalcy. For tonight, he can feel capable and in control.
And when the hour approaches, he is doing his best to relax in front of the television, a tangle of too-small blankets and long limbs. This being a "mission" does not preclude his own comfort.]
Doppio... did you bring any food? I don't know how long this is going to be.
[Doppio isn't as peckish as usual in this form... but Diavolo can't help but ask.]