craft time!

By no surprise to him, Macabre had begun to follow like the endearing brother he was. They were two peas in a pod and if Ghoul wasn't spending time being mama's watchdog, one would be able to find the two together. Their differences spread far compared to personality and appearances, but their brotherly love would always stay strong. So as he pulled out the hides to examine them, he barely lifted a glance toward Mac when he asked what his plan was for all the hides and bones. Curling his own sort of mischievous smile across his pale lips, he continued his busy work of picking the not so torn ones.

"Going to make some snares and traps," he mentioned as he settled on a few good strips and lengths of bones that would make due. A deep laugh left him at the mention of his caiman's terrible handiwork. "They don't speak much common tongue. Bit hard to tell them to be gentle," Ghoul mentioned as he finally lifted his ruby gaze toward his brother. Each day, it appeared that Mac was unraveling farther and closer to being unhinged, but that didn't bother him. He had his own mean streak that he kept hidden and tidy behind closed doors.

"Care to help? I'm sure you can manage this better than me," the tinge of playfulness in his voice is obvious as he scoots to the side. Letting Mac have some space to sit down next to him, Ghoul grabs a few tattered pieces and begins twisting them as best as he could into rope-like lengths.

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