[He doesn't know a whole lot about John's other children, but he does know one thing: they deal in stuff Adam hasn't dreamed of before. Hell hadn't changed that--if anything, it'd heightened his awareness of just how different they are from him. The paint-splattered lizard isn't an angel looking to borrow his body, and that's where the bulk of his expertise ends. The lilting sound it makes doesn't sound like the sort of thing something would make when it's about to pounce and eat you, but what does that count for? Adam shifts back on his heel, unable to help glancing over the smiley face again.
In what messed up world does a monster do that? Only in Wonderland.]
You're drawing... Walmart stickers and Goldfish crackers?
[Cautiously, he crouches, reaching out blindly to grab the plastic-wrapped chicken while he watches Toothless.]
You eat meat?
[Once he's unwrapped the top, he mimes tossing the bundle. More importantly, does this thing eat human meat?]
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In what messed up world does a monster do that? Only in Wonderland.]
You're drawing... Walmart stickers and Goldfish crackers?
[Cautiously, he crouches, reaching out blindly to grab the plastic-wrapped chicken while he watches Toothless.]
You eat meat?
[Once he's unwrapped the top, he mimes tossing the bundle. More importantly, does this thing eat human meat?]