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Bornes dug through the can with his fingers, grabbing the meat balls and putting them in his mouth, taking his time so he wouldn't choke on them.

He turned to Isiah, a muffled "why?" escaping his full mouth when he said to wait.
The hybrid swallowed and sat down on his behind until Isiah said nevermind, and after that it took a good minute to get the hint.
He felt like he was becoming stupider and stupider the longer he spent from his book.

Bornes sighed and finally revealed, "I thought I heard a dog or something. It's no big deal."

He looked down to his can of meatballs feeling a bit guilty for a moment before holding out the can to Isiah. "Want to trade?'

Bornes took his new can and stared down into it, not really liking being the good samaritan.

"...And that's why I said it was nothing. Because it wouldn't make any sense."

He groaned to himself slightly before putting his mouth to the can and slurping down some slimy a** peaches as quickly as he could, his brows furrowing with disgust.

At least the juice wasn't so bad.

Once he was finished, he put the can on the ground near him, and stood up once more, stretching his arms upward and his tail outward.

Bornes moaned idly as he stretched his legs and stood on the toes of his boots, stretching one more time before relinquishing his breath in an answer, "Always."

He Looked over Isiah again, wondering to himself if he should bother with the turns. He couldn't tell how sore Isiah was, but Bornes was only mildly, so he bent over to pick up the bag again and throw it over his shoulder with a grunt. He stayed still for a moment, momentarily becoming dizzy.

Once he recovered, however, he began to walk again, and it was for the most part silent.

When the sky began to get lighter, Bornes started to scan around for some suitable place to sleep. They'd reached the edge of the city and were working their way into the suburbs. All the houses were in shambles or piles. He didn't see anything for quite a while that seemed stable.

Eventually he saw what looked like a ridge, with a bridge over it. It sloped down, so the hole had probably been a creek at one point. Probably some fancy rich guy's driveway, for the bridge to stay in tact after the fallout.
The ravine had dried up, and Q stood on the edge for a few seconds looking down at what used to be a riverbed before throwing the bag down into it.

Then he carefully slid down the slope. When he got to the bottom, he dusted himself off before taking the bag and pulling it under the bridge with himself.
It wasn't the best place to sleep, but it was better than no coverage at all, he surmised.

Before sitting down next to the bag, he put his sunglasses on, the sun beginning to rise.

Bornes tried to get comfortable sitting up, his back against the dirt and dead, dried grass beneath the bridge. It wasn't happening.

"I suppose," he offered, though really he wasn't interested in talking.
He stretched his legs out and brought his arms and torso forward, touching the tips of his boots with a grown before turning on his side, curling himself into somewhat of a ball, his head on his forearms. His tail was the last thing to follow suit, it eventually dragged itself through the dirt between the hybrid's legs and laid there, nearly indiscernible from his pants.

"You're not going to scream me awake tomorrow, are you?" he mumbled, his eyes already closed.

Bornes took longer to fall asleep, but once he had, he too slept through most of the sounds. That was, until Isiah yelped and jumped up.

Bornes gave a cold growl and a grumbled "shut up" before realizing that something smelled like death. He opened his eyes, squinting as sundown was only just beginning, and turned toward Isiah with an angry look on his face.

"You said you wouldn--"

Bornes saw the dog and bared his teeth, emitting a low, guttural growl. As Bornes got on his knees, his tail lifted in defiance.

The hybrid would've yelled "what the hell is that?" but he knew exactly what it was, and his body language said it all. He didn't want it near him.

Bornes glared through his sunglasses, opening his mouth to cut the growl short with a curt exhale after it'd backed off behind Isiah.

The hybrid, in turn, glared at the other man. "Well it shouldn't be alive. We should eat it."

Bornes was annoyed, his tail still almost straight up, and slightly puffed out. His mouth quivered as the man held back a snarl. He did not like dogs, and they certainly didn't need a pet. Food wasn't low now but it would run out a lot faster with another mouth to feed.

Bornes' voice was low, serious, almost ordering. "Where your knife?"
His mouth still hung open slightly and he turned to the dog. If only his glasses didn't block the pure hatred in his eyes.

Bornes immediately took the joke the wrong way. He snarled, then forming words from it.
The hatred seethed in his voice.
"I am not related to that thing!" he yelled. "I am not a dumb, mindless animal!" his head snapped back to the dog and he let out another warning growl. Maybe he could scare it off. Maybe it would run away of its own and neither of them would have to deal with this.

Bornes was currently kneeling, and his back arched, the hair on his head seeming to poof out along with his tail, though it was much heavier so didn't do so nearly as much.

"I am not sharing my food with that thing!"
He left his mouth open, exhaling viciously at the dog, as if he were trying to imitate a sort of hiss.

Bornes gave a heavy breath through his mouth in warning to the dog, and quickly turned around, standing and walking away from the two of them.

Acting like an animal. Ha. He'd show them. He'd show them who was the real animal.

After he distanced himself from the dog and Isiah, he crossed his arms over his chest and squinted over the ridge, trying to see what sort of rubble the mansion made. But the house was too far off.

He let out a hard sigh and decided he should try to cool off here instead of wander off and get lost before nightfall. With his back to the the others, his tail slowly began to lower between his legs.

He spat on the ground.
dogs.
He didn't want to even look at them, let alone let one of them "show us a thing or two."