Ah... I guess in a sense? I'm not sure what you mean by that.

[ Murasame pays close attention to her actions, hopping over once she sets the plate down and digging in with a very clear: ]

Thanks for the meal!

[ Because he has learned some manners since joining with Shino, and "Itadakimasu" is one of them. Shino for his part stands up from the couch, padding over in his socks to join his bird, not without a rap of his knuckles to his head when Murasame's trying to eat two pieces at once. ]

Slow down, it's not going anywhere. [ Pulling out a chair, he reaches for an almond cookie. ] Murasame's my demon. Or god. Or who knows. Everyone but Murasame can't agree.

[ Murasame, who has been wolfing down those meat strips, pauses to look at Shino. ]

Fools.

[ He notes, very casually, before returning to his meat. In his opinion, labeling Murasame as anything other than Murasame is defeating a purpose of his existence, as a terrible sort of destroyer that he is, in the end. Yet a handicapped one, considering his reliance on a human wielder to have any version of autonomy.

And oh, how he loves Shino. Truly, truly does. ]