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[fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify]Dante himself was pretty lanky- you could almost see the tom's ribcage poking through his ghostly pelt, though he was almost as tall as he was skinny, or about as much as a feline could be. Though, his own condition was far simpler to explain, for Dante didn't eat. At all. He was a ghost, so like, he could eat if he tried, but he didn't actually need to to live, so it'd go straight through him (also he was sorta translucent so people could be able to to see the food getting digested and that was weird and he was strangely self-conscious about it). He also didn't sleep. Or drink. He didn't have a physical form so his body didn't actually need anything for him to survive, which was kinda cool.
The ghost actually had to do very little because of this. He spent a lot of his time doing nothing- which was really boring, but he was used to it. Dante had been alive (or dead?) for some eleven months, and that was pretty much all he'd ever known. He'd been a stillborn, after all- he'd never really experienced living, though he longed for it.
He'd spotted Fabian reading- and Dante wasn't a social guy, but he'd been here a week and had very few interactions so far, so fuck it, right? "Reading something?" was all the ghostly feline said as he drifted over; he wasn't sure what to say, really, and was no good at introductions or starting conversations in general, so he had a tendency to just show up at random. Icy blue eyes flickered to the other tom mildly, and then to the prey beside him, to which he cocked an eyebrow questioningly. "Oh, uh, eating...?" he added slowly, eyeing the food.
