Attend Me, Foul Creatures

yeahh, Ume pays this meeting about as much attention as the last. and speaking of meetings, why did they have to have so many? it feels like overkill, at this point. like, you might as well keep bashing these meetings over the head until the cranium splinters into tiny shards of bone marrow. Ume’s gaze takes on a curious glint as he meanders over to his family, picturing the resulting carnage with an intrigued little hum. ooo, bone marrow, now that’s something he hasn’t experimented with yet. could he find something nearby to satiate this curiosity? maybe a rabbit?

hm, what’s going on? ah, introductions. “Satoru-Klein Umeshu,” the boy announces, though the words are directed more to the left of their new leader than directly to her face. hey, eye contact is hard!