Shankill Butchers — SoF Open
Okay, so Grayson claimed that he had an explanation for the awkward situation, but how do you explain being caught drooling over a huge hunk of raw meat? That’s definitely not normal—it’ll probably give any normal person some sort of weird parasite—and he could easily be sent to an insane asylum for that. So the truth is not a possibility. But other than the truth, there’s not really a good explanation.
“Okay, I can’t explain. But I swear I’m not doing anything that’s against the rules.”
Well, except for theft. That’s probably against the rules. But he’s not stealing from this guy, so there shouldn’t be a problem. He considers doing some of his prion-mind-control magic to leave this guy in a trance, but what good would that do? He’d be stuck with a janitor that knows that he has an unhealthy affinity for raw pork hunks—and he might not know the attraction is far from carnal in nature.
“I wasn’t gonna fuck it, if that’s what you’re thinking. That’s gross.”
Grayson stands up slowly, holding his arms up in surrender against the other’s knife. The guy isn’t easy to smell in this situation—pork and lemon cleaning supplies are kinda filling up his nostrils and blocking all other scents—but he doesn’t look unappetizing. Of course, eating someone you could be connected to, even someone as insignificant as a janitor, could always cause problems. So instead, he sighs and decides to tell the truth. Or, a version of it, anyway.
“I have sideropenia: a type of almost-anemia that means I have a deficiency of iron in the blood. So I kinda have to have a bit of iron-rich blood in my diet, according to my doctor, and… quite frankly… it’s embarrassing.”
Waiting for an explanation didn’t stop Hei from being on guard. He was a single arm movement from restraining the boy with his metal wire. And if things got too out of hand, he would have to dispose of him. Luckily for Hei, he had other options besides stabbing the boy. As he waited for a proper explanation, he was let down. There was a slight sympathy as he himself wouldn’t know how to explain himself either.
“You’re right. This isn’t against the rules. But where is there a school that has a policy on students dragging hunks of meat into a Janitor’s closet. And I figured you weren’t going to fornicate with it. I hoped at least.” Hei knew that the only rules this kid had broken was trespassing and probably stealing. If anything, he was starting to feel sorry for the kid.
As the student explained his problem, Hei had no reason to disagree or completely agree with him. He himself had a condition of his own, although that wasn’t really a problem.
“Problem or not. I don’t see how eating an uncooked hunk of meat meant for at least five people solves your so called problem. But my job is cleaning, not disciplining odd students.” Hei said as he pulled a duffel bag off his cart and pushed it into the closet. He slung the bag over his shoulder and kept the knife in his hand as he motioned to the student with his hands in the air.
“How about you just get out of the closet” He regretted his choice of words for a moment. “and tell me your name.”