Though Corwin is delighted to find the candy-- rather like he was with the dead bird the week before-- he doesn't eat it. After all, he doesn't need to eat. He brings it inside and sets it up with his experiments, and when he discovers the ribbon leaves glitter everywhere, he ties it around his wrist and spends the rest of the day getting glitter on absolutely everything, from the garbage truck to the garbage cans to the doors of various shops he stops by, including the coffee shop with the constant Art Student, not to mention all over his clothes and home.
He seems to find this pretty awesome, though, despite people around him being disgusted by the glitter.
II. Supernatural Activity
Corwin does, in fact, know about Network Zero. It's a survival strategy to know where the people who would be the most zealous and the most efficient about disanimating you are going to strike next, after all, so his maker included explaining about that, and how to find the sites in question to garner information, in the few things related to the supernatural community (such as it is) that he imparted before sending Corwin out on his own. Besides, it usually has such very interesting things in it!
So he spends one of his off-days visiting and curiously watching the construction building on Sixths out of curiosity-- are they perhaps created beings like himself?-- and he spends one harrowing night trying to find Malin, with a print-out of the picture of her and a guilty heart, certain that it's his fault she was discovered.
III. Etc
Of course, there's still the routine. Corwin is a creature of habit. He still spends the first half of each weekday hauling trash cans around and taking loads of garbage to the city dump. Then he spends his afternoon finding somewhere to sit and watch people, or even talk with them if they're amenable. It's a different place every day... just to be safe.
One day a week he spends his afternoon working for one of the food banks, volunteering, after delivering half a paycheck's worth of groceries. Even if he doesn't need to eat, he knows humans do, and he would hate for them to go hungry! He'll smile, greet anyone coming in for hot or storable food cheerfully if raspily, and do whatever is asked of him, within reason, to help.
Thankfully the weather makes his ubiquitous long coat and the hoodie underneath it standard attire for just about everyone, though for him it's less because of the cold and wet and more to hide the occasional dark rents in his skin and his gawky, unnatural bearing. The sunglasses he wears day, night, indoors, and outdoors are still weird no matter how you look at it. Oh, well. He's used to being weird.
OTA
Though Corwin is delighted to find the candy-- rather like he was with the dead bird the week before-- he doesn't eat it. After all, he doesn't need to eat. He brings it inside and sets it up with his experiments, and when he discovers the ribbon leaves glitter everywhere, he ties it around his wrist and spends the rest of the day getting glitter on absolutely everything, from the garbage truck to the garbage cans to the doors of various shops he stops by, including the coffee shop with the constant Art Student, not to mention all over his clothes and home.
He seems to find this pretty awesome, though, despite people around him being disgusted by the glitter.
II. Supernatural Activity
Corwin does, in fact, know about Network Zero. It's a survival strategy to know where the people who would be the most zealous and the most efficient about disanimating you are going to strike next, after all, so his maker included explaining about that, and how to find the sites in question to garner information, in the few things related to the supernatural community (such as it is) that he imparted before sending Corwin out on his own. Besides, it usually has such very interesting things in it!
So he spends one of his off-days visiting and curiously watching the construction building on Sixths out of curiosity-- are they perhaps created beings like himself?-- and he spends one harrowing night trying to find Malin, with a print-out of the picture of her and a guilty heart, certain that it's his fault she was discovered.
III. Etc
Of course, there's still the routine. Corwin is a creature of habit. He still spends the first half of each weekday hauling trash cans around and taking loads of garbage to the city dump. Then he spends his afternoon finding somewhere to sit and watch people, or even talk with them if they're amenable. It's a different place every day... just to be safe.
One day a week he spends his afternoon working for one of the food banks, volunteering, after delivering half a paycheck's worth of groceries. Even if he doesn't need to eat, he knows humans do, and he would hate for them to go hungry! He'll smile, greet anyone coming in for hot or storable food cheerfully if raspily, and do whatever is asked of him, within reason, to help.
Thankfully the weather makes his ubiquitous long coat and the hoodie underneath it standard attire for just about everyone, though for him it's less because of the cold and wet and more to hide the occasional dark rents in his skin and his gawky, unnatural bearing. The sunglasses he wears day, night, indoors, and outdoors are still weird no matter how you look at it. Oh, well. He's used to being weird.