Hearing a voice, Mao tried in vain to squeeze himself further back from the opening. There just wasn’t any room. He was grateful, though, that the guy’s first instinct wasn’t to run around sounding alarm bells that something had tried to eat one of the bodies. He almost seemed kind of understanding? What a weirdo! But Mao hoped that’d work in his favor.
There was an amused rumble from within the drawer when the man jumped back and yelped. Mao couldn’t help himself, it was funny! But then he was afraid the guy would bolt and call for help. That was all he needed, a bunch of security guards with guns. No thank you!
“I was hungry.” Those fiery orange eyes blinked, surprised at the sound of his own voice. It was so… inhuman. “You don’t know how hungry…”
Realizing that last bit might be taken as a threat, Mao went on. “I’m not gonna hurt you.” A pause before he went on to defend the damage he’d done. “No one needs to know. I only ate below the knee. Clothes will hide it, and aren’t the legs covered by the coffin lid anyway??” Of course, that depended on the type of coffin. Mao hoped it’d be one of those ones where you could open just half the lid.
This was probably a surreal experience for the man. Mao stayed within the drawer, too cautious to come out, so from the stranger’s point of view it was probably like talking to a pair of eyes floating in the dark. “This is totally a victimless crime.”