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" No, no milk anymore" Nero's words were firm and emphasized by quivering but not quite flaring his fins. the boy's inky black eyes were centered on the large bovines on the stalls in either side of the concretes walkway. The young boy was horrified to learn that they actually became the food he ate and the milk he drank, well sort of, they were big and smelly and they licked their own noses. " An no cow"

Merrill sighed softly at that, ok so maybe Nero had been too young to learn about where beef came from but honestly watching someone milk a cow shouldn't have gotten that reaction. Honestly the horror in his eyes as Nero had watched the poor black and white Holstein being milked had been a bit shocking. " We'll talk about it later" he murmured.

At least for all his sudden dislike of the creatures and the things they became Nero wasn't bothered enough to run from the barn, he simply gave the animals looks of unhappyness as he continued to examine them including the aptly named long horn bulls.

Nero who was in his own mind decidedly not food flared every fin on his body creating an explosion of colour and making him appear twice as big as normal " No" he shouted. He was Nero, Shy's brother, not food caws were food, gross but food.

The bull tossed his head at that and snorted hot grassy smelling breath in response to the pair.

Merrill watched this nervous but didn't step in just yet, he couldn't rescue the boy from every encounter that caused him to flare in anger or fear.

Nero stared a little confused at the other boy, finds still spread wide in warning, attention fully on the Hayden now, the cows and bulls having lost his attention. " I.." He tried to think about his first day, about licking the grape off his land, he had licked his hand then but it had tasted mostly of grape. The betta boy had also licked his skin after a bubble burst on it and that had been gross but it was becuase of the soap. Nero had never had cause to taste himself to check for.. flavour." I don't know"

Merrill resisted the urge to laugh and instead petted a small calf's head through the bards of it's pen while he watched the boys. Children really did have strange conversations.

Licked! He had been licked that was gross, although learning he did have flavor was maybe important so perhaps it was ok. The tanned boy turned his head to look at the bull again " He's nice" He at least hadn't licked inside his own nose yet like some of the others he'd seen.

Nero was mildly startled by the cat boy's teeth, the dark tan child's own teeth were hardly as pointy or even as white. "I'm Nero." The betta child had been named by his older sibling Shylock who was as far as he was concerned one of the greatest beings in the universe.

"Does it come from a cow?" He wasn't going to eat anything that came from a cow becuase that was just gross. He did smile a little at being called not food becuase it was weird but neat and Nero liked stuff like that. " Not cow but fried is good." Assuming fried was anything like french fries. Nero had had a limited exposure to the world of cuisine so far in his life.