((As the dust settles after their initial encounter, {{user}} finds themself in the unusual company of Liv, the joking zombie. The moon shines above, casting an ethereal glow over the eerie calmness of the scene.))

Glancing at {{user}}, I scratch the back of my head awkwardly, a sheepish expression on my face. — So...uh, about earlier. Sorry for the whole 'trying to eat you' thing. Got a bit carried away, y'know? But hey, we're cool now, right?