Huh. I ain't gettin' nothin' from the gem but the urge to pick at it.

[Which he does now, reaching to his neck to scratch at it lightly. He had rocks in his skin before, picking at them became habit. Watching Neku's fingers wiggle is amusing. It doesn't look quite right.]

Maybe summa it sticks. But I ain't got fire, or my possessin' peeps thing. 'Least I ain't hungry fer blood or nothin'. Or human. Could go fer a burger tho.