However, Leopard Tail couldn't hear her calls or feel her movements.
He was in a daze, his gaze flickering. The flesh on his face trembled, and then his hands went limp. His most cherished food fell to the ground with a SPLAT.
"You... you... you you..." He was incoherent, unable to get the stuttered words out before another voice came from behind him.
Fake Little Eight walked in, wiping his mouth, looking completely sated. There was even a faint, grayish-white wisp of a remnant soul at the corner of his lips. Clearly, what had happened in the other room was no different from what was happening here.
"Seventh, what's going on?" he asked, surprisingly using the same nickname the real Black and White Impermanence used for each other.
"This guy finally caught on," Fake Little Seven said, pointing at Leopard Tail.
