Chuckling. Chuckling. Fire flamed higher inside Gene. How dare someone else so much as mutter words in response to his threatening display?

The bug pressed his lips together tightly. And yet. He tilted his head to the side in a quick and sudden twitch. He brought his larger mantis limb down slowly, though still keeping it as is. Will was still a credible threat to the bug. However, the feeling of familiarity was too much to bare.

An usual feeling to be washing over Gene, given that he's never met anymore like him. Curiosity at this newfound kinship took over. He loosened the grip on his axe.

"I don't entirely see how that's relevant," Gene responded finally. He looked away from the other man for a moment. How much should he say?

"Not entirely human," the bug settled on. "I was man, when suddenly I wasn't." He swung the axe over his shoulder. Not a complete lie, but vague enough not to give the other too much.

"I would ask the same," he began again, "but it seems the answer would simply be another person obsessed with the thrill of the hunt. Unless you have something else you'd like to share." Gene leaned his antennae forward, hating that he was anticipating the other man's response.

“Isn’t it?” Will asks with a small shrug, as if it were like the most glaringly obvious thing between them, a pink elephant that was better to quickly address and push aside for later to digest. What was he even going to do with the knowledge of whatever the other was? The only thing he could do was maybe provide some tips and tricks if the other wanted to blend in more– but at least there was something admirable about his honesty with himself, something Will lacked on many fronts.

No kidding.

He doesn’t say it, but the words dance on the tip of his tongue, threatening to slip if he doesn’t keep himself carefully restrained. The not entirely human checked out. Just how human, Will wondered, if at all? But his answer does not satisfy any of Will’s curiosities, unfortunately. Instead, they just produce many more.

Gene tightened his jaw. This man was irritating.

"If I wanted to tell you what happened to me then I would, don't you think? Since you're so smart." Gene leaned on his left leg and put his free hand on his hip.

He tried to ignore the fact that his stomach was gurgling, his body was weakening, and his primal instinct was rising like a large ocean wave, threatening to cause damage. He almost wanted to throw down his axe and use his sharp mantis appendages and fangs to gash and tear apart his target. He knew better, though. The axe was part of his strategy.

The aforementioned instinct and hunger suddenly took over. Gene refused to consider what this draw towards the other was now. Though the strange feelings Gene has towards Will were prominent, he decided he couldn't stay any longer. He needed to get away. If that threatening display wasn't enough to get him to run, then he needed to leave himself, one way or another.

"One of us is doing some sort of job, the other is trying to eat. To be honest, I don't think the playing ground is pretty even here. Besides, I think I'm done toying with you. If you really care, you'd come after me. If you don't, I'm sure we'll meet again," The bug quickly turned around and sprinted towards the isolated cabin where his dinner lay.

"I dunno, man, I just thought weathermen pointed at maps with clouds while bullshitting in HD." he waves a lazy hand, miming it, voice flattening into a bored anchor tone.

"'--and for this week: uh, vibes.'"

"Well, you aren't entirely wrong," Nimble started, "All weather reporting's based on predictions. I can't control the weather, though that would be pretty, uh, based. As the kids say. All I can do is jump pretty far and heal people."

He pauses.