Well GOOD! That is exactly what Seto wanted--to be left alone! Not necessarily with the bowl, but he's not the kind of dragon that wants to be ogled or treated like some kind of pet. Consequently, that means he's not going to eat from the bowl.
Instead, he curls up near the tiny, useless water pool and curls his substantially smaller tail around him as he glares into the bowl of white...things, mixed with fish and shrimp.
He does that for a very long time, and he looks appropriately angry about it! It's frustrating, because he is starving, but he doesn't want charity when its wasted on someone fully able to hunt for himself, that and the more he dries off, the more uncomfortable in his skin he feels, because he doesn't enjoy this form.
He has to leave.
He has to find a way out.
He has to eat what's in the bowl and then--NO! No, he's not going to eat what's in the bowl, no matter how...incredibly good it smells. What is that in there anyway?! It's nothing he's ever seen before, and it looks as if the fish was somehow prepared. Not simply sliced, but altered somehow.
Fuck's sake, can a dragon not think without their stomach interrupting loudly?!
...The human had tried it before leaving, so he knew it wasn't poisoned. At least, not unless the human had done so and then immediately left to give himself the antidote, but that seemed far smarter than a human could be.
THUMP!
His thick tail slaps against the floor in annoyance. THIS IS STUPID. He's...he's just going to do this already! Besides, if he dies from this, it'd be better than having his pod actually figure out where he was. Win-win.
Seto reaches forward after what is probably ten minutes of hemming and hawing, sliding the bowl closer to himself and pinching a fingerful of the soft white grains between his claws, before sampling it with a frown.
...!?
It's not...bad? The flavor is good, although the little white grains were alien on his tongue. They were suffused with the flavor of the fish and shrimp, which were somewhat more pliant than he'd have expected. Raw fish was tougher to deal with, and there were bones to contend with. Not that it mattered, he was used to swallowing fish whole, but this was...novel, to put it as kindly as possible.
It might have taken Seto ten minutes to come around to trying the food, but it takes him less than two to empty the bowl once he's started.
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Instead, he curls up near the tiny, useless water pool and curls his substantially smaller tail around him as he glares into the bowl of white...things, mixed with fish and shrimp.
He does that for a very long time, and he looks appropriately angry about it! It's frustrating, because he is starving, but he doesn't want charity when its wasted on someone fully able to hunt for himself, that and the more he dries off, the more uncomfortable in his skin he feels, because he doesn't enjoy this form.
He has to leave.
He has to find a way out.
He has to eat what's in the bowl and then--NO! No, he's not going to eat what's in the bowl, no matter how...incredibly good it smells. What is that in there anyway?! It's nothing he's ever seen before, and it looks as if the fish was somehow prepared. Not simply sliced, but altered somehow.
Fuck's sake, can a dragon not think without their stomach interrupting loudly?!
...The human had tried it before leaving, so he knew it wasn't poisoned. At least, not unless the human had done so and then immediately left to give himself the antidote, but that seemed far smarter than a human could be.
THUMP!
His thick tail slaps against the floor in annoyance. THIS IS STUPID. He's...he's just going to do this already! Besides, if he dies from this, it'd be better than having his pod actually figure out where he was. Win-win.
Seto reaches forward after what is probably ten minutes of hemming and hawing, sliding the bowl closer to himself and pinching a fingerful of the soft white grains between his claws, before sampling it with a frown.
...!?
It's not...bad? The flavor is good, although the little white grains were alien on his tongue. They were suffused with the flavor of the fish and shrimp, which were somewhat more pliant than he'd have expected. Raw fish was tougher to deal with, and there were bones to contend with. Not that it mattered, he was used to swallowing fish whole, but this was...novel, to put it as kindly as possible.
It might have taken Seto ten minutes to come around to trying the food, but it takes him less than two to empty the bowl once he's started.