Okay, yes, thank you. [Very dismissive, amidst the clanging -- which continues a bit softer, as if mindful of Zoro's ears. Because Koby is nothing if not considerate.
It takes a minute to hack up the salmon, drain some of the blood into jars and stick it in the snow out the back door for later, and Koby mumbles to himself the entire time, memorizing where everything goes. But eventually he appears, pink sealskin coat draped over his shoulders, carrying a plate with several huge, bloody, raw chunks of salmon.]
Scoot over. [Plate on the bed, beside Zoro, then Koby pauses to lick a trickle of blood off his arm, his palm, his fingers. He's hungry too, and there's an instinctive urge to dig in as well, but the need to caretake wins out, and he refrains.] You look pale.
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It takes a minute to hack up the salmon, drain some of the blood into jars and stick it in the snow out the back door for later, and Koby mumbles to himself the entire time, memorizing where everything goes. But eventually he appears, pink sealskin coat draped over his shoulders, carrying a plate with several huge, bloody, raw chunks of salmon.]
Scoot over. [Plate on the bed, beside Zoro, then Koby pauses to lick a trickle of blood off his arm, his palm, his fingers. He's hungry too, and there's an instinctive urge to dig in as well, but the need to caretake wins out, and he refrains.] You look pale.