estranged slice of the multiverse.

Eradic barks out a quick laugh. "Unappetizing would be difficult. Maybe if you reached enlightenment and were at peace with yourself..." Some foods smelt awful but tasted good. If the other were truly devoid of emotion and (if he wanted to be sure) life, then and only then would he be unappetizing to both of them. But at that point, he'd be a corpse.

He did not, however, hate this Monster. So he'll try to prevent his early demise. Not that he'd say it out loud.

Getting out of the car and stumbling slightly, Eradic stretches out his arms. "Noted." He nodded, going over to a wall to lean on it and shift weight off his legs. "Go home, then. And if you'd like some advice on staying alive...

...Maybe take a bit of a shower. It's very easy to track your scent." He smirks slightly, looking off in the direction of his brother's rapidly approaching scent.

Fuse shoved the door shut once Sir Chatty had gotten out of the car, taking a moment to watch the kid before coming to the conclusion that further assistance wasn't needed. He was about to say his fare-thee-wells when his grand scheme to cement himself within the realm of the inedible was utterly foiled.

He huffed and grumbled, "That's a lotta words to tell a guy he fuckin' stinks," before he turned to go on his merry way home. Or, rather, to a friend's first for a shower and a shag to cover his tracks. He quite liked not being trackable. "Try not to get yourself run over again, kid," were his final words, called just before rounding a corner out of sight.

"No, people just taste best." Eradic smiles, completely sarcastic. Yes, they were 'obligate people-eaters' in a way, but it was difficult to find another renewable source of fresh emotion and magic. The smile drops after a moment, and he rubs his face slightly, mumbling to himself.

"I do not know what aliens would have to do with spaceships... Aliens are just those that originate from a different planet, no?" He shakes his head slowly. They did, however, have airships. Did not go to space, no. But now he's wondering if he could rig one to do that and NOT cost him his entire fortune in parts.

"Ah, not important. Yes, the spell is complicated. One wrong stroke and we'd either get shredded across space, OR end up in a different time aged all wrong." He just needed to tweak one last equation and test again. It should be fine. He peeks out the window at the warehouse, and nodded.

Once they stopped, he turned to the door and...

....

Eradic turned to Fuse with a small scowl, unsure on how to open the door.

"I assume you do not want this ripped off." Translation: Help.

Once he'd rolled the car into a park (but not a parking spot, some idiot would be by to grab it before the work day began, anyway) and cut the engine, he looked over his shoulder at Sir Chatty and gave a little snort of a laugh. Though, he stopped himself just-short of offering to school the kid on stereotypical aliens with a showing of Killer Klowns from Outer Space.

Would that be culturally insensitive? But also, that would be extending an invitation to some kids to visit his apartment. Their fucked up meal plans aside, the looks he'd get from the neighbors… Nah.

"Well shit, kid, good fucking luck with that," he said instead, not explicitly but otherwise agreeing that yeah the spaceship thing wasn't important. As he got out of the car he added, "Try not to make a mess of," only to stop short when he turned back to the car and saw the look the kid was giving him.

Eradic sniffs a little, squinting at the skeleton. "You try working on a hungry stomach for a couple hundred years and see how happy you feel." He sasses back, tone light but not the most friendly. "Everyone's lucky I don't just gobble up their children. Their joy smells sweet." He mutters, though it sounded less like a threat and more like empty words and frusturation. He averted his gaze to his feet for a moment.

"...A what?" The devourer's eyes shot back up, and he blinks a few times, brows furrowed in a failed attempt to hide his clueless confusion. 'Space ship'? What is... a space ship? Trying to get a boat to fly would require unnecessary amounts of resources, much less getting it into space. Unless the meaning wasn't literal? "No, it's... it's a spell formula. Why would I use a space ship?"

Confusion aside, Eradic taps his chin. "Anywhere with no people. I need to calm my brother down and the smell of people won't help. Preferably somewhere far from you, too." He can't promise Decim won't just gobble up the closest mortal for 'one last bite'. He's not ungrateful, even if he doesn't like mortals.

Later.

For now, he turned another street corner. The drop-off point was just up ahead and as-belatedly-expected the kid didn't know what a spaceship was. "That's gotta be one hell of a complicated spell if you're still here," he commented idly. "And I just figured - well, y'know - you called you type of critters aliens, and aside from ass-probin', another alien cliché is fucking around in a spaceship." A pity there wasn't one. The things he'd do to get elbows-deep in an alien machine… The upgrades he could reverse-engineer for his bike…