OOC here!
This stranger male spoke very little, and that was another thing that irritated Chishio so much. He gritted his teeth and narrowed his eyes. Clearly this conversation was getting very one sided since Chi couldn't think of a decent reply to his simple, 'Guess not'. He shrugged of the idea of a conversation and moved over to the key. Whatever'. The guy moved along any way, and Chishio made no attempt to stop him. He bent down towards the key, pulling it from the broken concrete with his claws. The rumbling in his stomach started up again, Chishio reacted badly again, 'For fuck's sake man! Fucking give me a break!' The words came out in a loud hiss, nearly causing his to throw the key down the street in anger. But then he'd have to go and get the damn thing so he chose not to.
When the monotone grumbling has ceased he inspected the key. It didn't seem too special. But as he twitched it and it glinted in the light he could make out words on it. ' 6235 Upper Water Street'. Must be the place the key opens, Chishio thought, pocketing the object and leaning against the car. He'd have to get some food soon. There were parks abundant with prey all around the god damn city so he was bound to find something slow enough for him to catch.
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