CW don't cannibalism open inside

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WHO: Thistle and friends who like bad choices
WHERE: Thistle barn
WHEN: Day 60, after the game

[Thank goodness that ritual is over with and you can all come home to rest and relax. Right.

Ignore the crashing sounds from inside and whole bunch of purple sheep raining out from the window. They land in a pile on top of each other and are fine. Only one has a bloody handprint smeared across it's wool.]

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[leonheartedly]

[this kitchen is gonna be a bitch to clean later. But hey, at least Odin is here to help!]

Go get more of his ice cream!

[the only way to stop him is to give him what he wants, right? Tyr forces his jacket off and scrambles across the kitchen, avoiding the claws to get right up close.

As he gets out the last of his plea, Tyr just shoves his forearm right into his mouth]

[shortforever]

[Well okay. Odin sets the chunk of ceiling down carefully before running along the remains of the ceiling to get to the freezer. Time to yoink out every bit of ice cream he can find and throw it towards Tyr and Yata.]

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[Completely ignoring ice cream to CHOMP TYR'S ARM, DELICIOUS!!!]

[leonheartedly]

[YOU HAVE CHOMPED ON A GRANDPA, HE IS IN FACT DELICIOUS what a liar.

He grits his teeth hard not to yell since that really fucking hurts, but]

Is t-that enough?

[shortforever]

Don't let him eat you, he already took a chunk out of me!

[He is still on the ceiling btw, and is indeed missing a chunk from the arm that's hanging down limp.]

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[No he wants a second bite, swallowing the meat down and going for more. It's not quite enough, he's still so hungry, he wants it he wants it he wants it.

But it's a want now.

It's not the frenzied desperation, he's not quite snapped out of it yet but the insatiable craving is being sated. If Tyr isn't fighting him then Yata seems to be calming down, his scarf reels itself back in and settles into it's normal dormant form, cradling Tyr's arm in his creepy crow claw like it's something precious.]

[leonheartedly]

You told me to stop him!

[and this is the only thing he can do that isn't resorting to frantic phone calls or violence.

Tyr isn't fighting back so much as he's prepared to keep Yata from eating more of him, but when the scarf turns back that's - good? That's good, right? He stares down at the claw holding him and slowly, touches it with his free hand]

Quietly:]

Yata - ?

[shortforever]

[Yeah, he's contrary like that. He wants Yata to stop, but he also doesn't want Tyr to get hurt. He winces when he sees Yata take that chunk out of him and eat it.

But now Yata isn't as frantic, and Odin holds back on shouting anything else until he sees what's happening. Is Yata coming back to normal?]

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-!!

[Stills as the last bit of flesh slides down his throat, staring with sudden horrifying clarity at Tyr's arm]

G...Grandpa...?

[leonheartedly]

[he doesn't pull away, but his shoulders do slump a little in relief. His other hand pats his - is it still a talon, w/e]

All right now?

[shortforever]

[Oh good, that sounds like Yata.]

You back?

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[It's still a talon. Looking between Tyr and Odin and the missing chunks in their arms, and oh no here come the tears]

You - y-your arms, you gotta - doctor! You gotta go--!

[leonheartedly]

[he gives the talon a little tug, gently but pointedly]

I'll go once I'm sure you're all right.

[and then he tips his head back to look up at Odin to try and see his arm]

Are you all right? If you want to go ahead to the clinic -

[shortforever]

Yeah, I already punched myself a bit, so it's okay. But are you okay?

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[oh my god fine grandpa turns his hand back into a normal hand and then YELLS, BLUBBERY]

I don't wanna eat you anymore so both of you go to the clinic right now!!!

[leonheartedly]

[what!! His kids are the priority, wow.

But he does finally let go so that he can push to his feet, trying his damndest not to wince too obviously]

Okay, okay, we're going.