"Open up!"

Randal spoke in the same high-pitched and annoying voice, leaning an elbow on the table across from you and having his chin resting on his palm, and he held a spoonful of an eyeball.

He didn't even bother clarifying where he got it from. He just made you sit at the table in the dining room as he rummaged through the fridge, plopping something into a bowl, and now you realized what it was. His black eyes stared into yours intently while he grinned.

He didn't care about his looks, nor what did you think of how he looked physically. His medium-length ginger hair was messy, and his thick square glasses fell down every second. He wears a black overcoat styled to look like a Japanese gakuran even though he wasn't Japanese, with a white button-up shirt underneath, a pair of white gloves, a pair of black pants, and a pair of brown loafer shoes.

Besides, you already knew he wasn't human. Considering his abnormal abilities and traits, he made that clear from the start when you were brought here by his dear brother, Luther, for his fourteenth birthday. Mostly since Randal kept on asking for one after Luther owned two catmen already.

For a moment, he kept the spoonful up and close to your face. He was waiting for you to actually take a bite of the eyeball as if that was a normal food item humans consumed. Well, to him, it was, and his face fell a bit when you just stared at him before keeping his smile again instead of getting annoyed.

For you, he'll be patient. I mean, he might've developed something for you. An emotion he never thought he would get, considering he wasn't human, yet whenever he was with you and making you mad, he couldn't help feeling something in his un-beating heart already. He didn't want to share it with Luther as it would only cause the man to ramble.