[ Cain sidles up to the bread basket, but doesn't pounce quite yet. He hears the rustle of fabric, the faint sound of breathing, that telltale disturbance in the air of someone there. He's clearly not alone in coming here to get food...
But the most obvious sign he's not alone is the way a piece of bread floats by itself into the air, vanishes...and in an unexpected twist, comes back down.
Cain tilts his head, sharp glint of read peeking briefly through the curtain of his bangs. ]
bread
But the most obvious sign he's not alone is the way a piece of bread floats by itself into the air, vanishes...and in an unexpected twist, comes back down.
Cain tilts his head, sharp glint of read peeking briefly through the curtain of his bangs. ]
You don't want that one?