"Shut up you!" Kadmoss wasn't in the mood to deal with Wilson, his hair full of black tar.
"What's still hurting?" Orlando asked Kadmoss. "We have med kits if you need it."
Orlando rolled his eyes. "Pain relievers and a good night's sleep would do just as well."
"For a human maybe, but a demons body is like a engine. Meat is our fuel, if a demons diet is lacking he'll find his strength severally deminished. No meat equals no gasoline, so get me some meat."
*quietly* "that wasn't very nice..." *Wilson is feeling hurt*
Orlando sighed. "We can see what the kitchen has. Do you want to come with us, Wilson?" He asked, moving to push Kadmoss' chair for him.
"Breakfast is important. Yes please." *Wilson doesn't really understand the layout of the facility yet, so he thinks he needs to follow people places... He'll likely think its ok for him to walk anywhere once he knows the place more*
Kadmoss refrained from saying anything, his dignity in shatters as he was pushed in a chair. "I'd have won if I had my powers..." He grumbled, sounding like a old man talking about his prime.
"I'm sure you would have..." Orlando reassured him, pushing the wheelchair to the dining area. "But unless you have a plan on getting your powers back you'd better get accustomed to fighting without them." Orlando pushed the chair in, avoiding the rows of employees who gave the odd trio glances into the kitchen. Orlando stopped infront of a large meat freezer. "There's no fresh meat." He commented.
"Of course there isn't, why would there be? Ill take whatever left overs there, so long as it's meet."
Orlando sighed and went into the freezer. He found a beef haunch, still on the bone and wrapped in plastic to preserve it. He dropped it in Kadmoss' lap. "There you go."
"Thank you!" He said gratefully. Chewing through it with ease, dispite it being in a freezer moments ago.
"umm... I... ... I guess you like sushi then..." *Wilson trying to justify uncooked meats to himself*
Orlando just watched, wincing internally as Kadmoss bit through plastic, rock hard frozen meat, and bone to recieve his substance. "Are you hungry, Wilson?" He asked as he managed to tear his eyes away from the vile sight.
"Who cares?" He asked between bites, pulling the meet towards him protectively. "He messes that mission up in the first place, where I'd come from he'd have to give up his share of the hunt."
*Wilson's focus is just on one thing at the moment* "I'm... I'm not... not a oil drum..." *he's feeling real sad about it*
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