( lalli doesn't even look up at the girl's approach. with luck, she'll take the hint and walk on by (that's what tends to happen, when someone finds him picking through a carcass with this degree of assurance) - but she doesn't. she stops, watches. talks to him, eventually, and while he normally might scowl at the interruption, there's something almost soothing about the process of readying the skull for the kallohonka.
and so it's with a fractionally aloof tone that he says, ) Death rites.
god this is so late, fuck grad school
and so it's with a fractionally aloof tone that he says, ) Death rites.