[Kamikaze Chinchilla]

Aeron stared, now thinking that it was the scent of the blood that had done it. He'd have to apologize later, after he finished up his meal of course. After all, he didn't want to waste a single bit of what was leftover of the person who had tried to pick a fight with him the other day. The eye was popped into his mouth like a grape and the optic nerve slurped up like a soggy noodle while he walked back to his box and finished the rest off, and cleaned himself off quickly, too busy to notice that Hayato was not too far off.