The Quinx were busy eating dinner that evening and although he cooked it, he could never eat any of it. When asked why, he didn’t even know how to reply because he had no memory of why (oh but he could make a good guess.) Human food was just disgusting, it repulsed him, just like it might a ghoul. (Something he very well might have been in the past.) So, that day as the sun had set over the horizon, he was walking on a city sidewalk instead of receiving their questioning and worried looks when he did not eat dinner again.
The streets were mostly empty at that point. It was as if no one else in the world existed, that was what he had thought until he caught a glimpse of a white head in the dark. Snow white hair contrasted against the dark like it glowed. He crossed the street, feeling unsociable and vaguely uneasy, when he realized that the man was following him.
“Do you need something?” He spun on his heel to ask, a fake smile plastered on his face. After walking down a few more city blocks, it was obvious that he was not going to stop coming, he wanted something and from the looks of the man-- the crazed gleam to his eyes -- he did not want to chat. Peace was unlikely but it was worth a shot, the last thing he felt like doing was fighting that night.
