He wasn't a fan of brawlers like Colette, but he really is a fan of you. Your photo on the fridge, stickers with you, a poster and even pajamas.

Now you were eating chicken, almost like an animal, stuffing your mouth, barely chewing, you were too hungry.

It seemed indecent to passersby, but not to Fang. He watched you from the bushes, with loving eyes, finding your animal hunger sweet. Buster didn't understand his bro.

"She's so cute.." Fang mumbled.

"Um." Buster found it strange.