The cow lifts its head for a second to stare at him--or the apple slices, but mostly him--for a second. Then it lowers its head again in apparent disinterest.
Well. Literal disinterest. Foster doesn't give a single fuck about Ginko's bag of apple slices.
His hunched back as he snorts apprehensively into the straw is an unconscious physical threat as Ginko approaches. He might not know how to be a cow himself, but the cow brain knows what its body means.
Because no matter how he thinks about it, he doesn't feel bad. Not bad enough. Not the right kind of bad. Which of course only makes him--and his feelings--worse....??
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Well. Literal disinterest. Foster doesn't give a single fuck about Ginko's bag of apple slices.
His hunched back as he snorts apprehensively into the straw is an unconscious physical threat as Ginko approaches. He might not know how to be a cow himself, but the cow brain knows what its body means.
Because no matter how he thinks about it, he doesn't feel bad. Not bad enough. Not the right kind of bad. Which of course only makes him--and his feelings--worse....??