Gibney spent most of his money on food, food and video games. He was not only a feral, his body was still that of a teenagers, and he was always hungry. Eating five or six full meals in a day along with the occasional snack was nothing abnormal for the wild youth. At least he no longer had a taste for raw meat, that was certainly a good thing.
Despite how dangerous those claws looked, he seemed to have good control over them. He had a kind of clumsy grace, all elbows and knees and over sized hands and feet, he looked like he should constnatly be tripping over himself. And well, he did trip himself up a lot, but was saved by a catlike agility and ability to get back to those large feet quickly. The furniture was safe, for now at least.
He gave a pleased rumble around a mouth full of lasagna, blue eyes hooded with a very contented look. "Nu--'s rrkay," he mumbled around the food in his mouth, it seemed as if his hunger had been satiated all at once. One more bite and the lasagna was gone and Kyle looked happy enough to purr. "I like movies." He offered with a grin, leaning forward to crane his neck toward the living room. That couch looked comfortable, and he was ready to stretch out and enjoy his full belly. "Got anythin' with car chases er explosions?" At least he knew what he liked.