Open Do they serve clay?

[Rabbit]

--Spring 14th 513AV— Rabbit hopped into the Safe Haven Hostel, hoping to enter un-noticed. In all his time in Nyka, he’d never really bothered going inside. The Pycon had heard about the hostesses’ strict rules about drinking and fighting and it didn’t really appeal to him. If he ever went into a public area, it was generally a bar, with various drunk people to fight and win money off of. This place, of course, didn’t have that. He didn’t come for it’s main reasons either, since the rabbit-like creature doubted it served clay as food, and he wasn’t in particular need of a place to stay. His crate worked perfectly fine. To tell the truth, he wasn’t quite sure why he was heading in there in the first place, except maybe curiosity. It was the morning, and he was bored out of his mind, having found nothing to do that day. It wasn’t as if he could ‘work’ like most people. Still, there might be some interesting people inside, one never knew. Rabbit slipped through the door, barely opening it, and slid, still walking, along the side of the wall towards one of the various tables. In his opinion, he had been quite stealthy, and he was quite sure most of the patrons inside had not noticed him in the slightest. Sadly, the lady standing at the bar was not one of them, and when she called him out the Pycon sighed inwardly. “What is a rabbit doing here?” She stated in a sharp, carrying voice so everyone could hear. “Whoever’s pet that is, step up!” the woman asked again, looking irritated at the infiltrator. Rabbit sat straight up and looked directly at the woman with his pupil-less eyes. “I, my dear lady, am not a pet. I am my own person, thank you very much. And I am here for much the same reason as many of your other patrons.” This was slightly different than the way he normally spoke, a little more direct and harsh, slightly imitating the woman’s own tone. Still, it was much politer than the way he thought, so the Pycon didn’t think about it much. The hostess glared at him slightly, then her expression softened slightly. “Ah. You’re a Pycon. I apologise for the misunderstanding.” She said, barely sounding sorry. Giving him another hard look, she finally asked “Do you eat fruit? Vegetables? Bread? What am I supposed to feed you?” Her last sentence sounded slightly exasperated, which humored Rabbit. Though she was able to identify his race, she was obviously un-familiar with their habits. Pycon, of course, ate clay, like the material they were made of. If might sound strange to any outsiders, but if you thought about it, it was exactly like how humans ate meat. Whenever someone questioned the rabbity creature, he always replied with this opinion, often leaving them in a state of confusion. The image was really quite hilarious. Informing the Lady of his food preference, she frowned at him, attempting to see if he was joking, then left abruptly. While she was in the back, the Pycon took a seat at the nearby, empty table and amused himself by playing with his whip. Soon after, the hostess returned with a small ball of clay, possibly 2 inches in diameter. It was about the amount the Pycon would eat every few days. Well, this meant he didn’t have to spend any of his money of clay for a bit! The lady set the ball firmly in front of him and stated, “Eat it or not, I don’t care.” And promptly returned to the bar, where she began her small tasks once again. Rabbit savored the clay, eating only small bits at a time. It wasn’t that is tasted particularly nice, nor that he was not hungry. The reason was that he needed an excuse to stay inside as long as possible. The Pycon feared that if he had no purpose inside, he would be kicked out, and sent back to his boring day. While stalling, he gazed around the room with curiosity. It had several residents inside, mostly eating breakfast, but it was mostly empty. It was probably better that way, with no nosy people to ask nosy questions.

[Rabbit]

OOCJust to bump it up... Rabbit took a small bite out of the clay, nibbling at it more than actually eating it. In truth... he didn't feel particularly hungry. Yes, it'd been a bit since he'd last eaten, but he just couldn't bring himself to force the clay into his mouth. Instead, he began poking the object, molding it in a way. He began pressing it in certain spots, watching as it flattened and spread. It was... funny, really. After a while, he was randomly molding the ball with his paws. Molding your food was a strange feeling indeed. The Pycon, deciding to actually try to make something out of the clay, rolled it back into a small ball. Starting from there, he poked the middle constantly, creating a sort of indent. As it grew, the thing made a bowl shape of sorts. It was pretty bad, with thick, uneven walls. Another poke caused him to actually hit the table. Oops. With a small sigh, the little creature scrapped the piece, molding it into a ball again. In order to not seem like he was playing with his food, Rabbit took another bite out of. Suddenly remembering his hunger, he wolfed down the meal, devouring it all within a minute. Well... now he was out of a thing to mold. What a disappointment... So now he sat in the chair, back to fiddling with his weapon. It didn't actually look like a weapon to most, and wouldn't really be one in a human's hands. But he knew how to manipulate the leather strip, and knock most people off their feet. It was a good tactic, often surprising them. He yawned widely, now feeling quite tired. Even though it was morning... The Pycon stretched slightly, and re-adjusted himself in his seat.