This strain of silence would likely be unbearable for any one of these fellow travelers. However, Gorilla Munch and his captured victim both are fine staring into one another. Seconds turn to minutes turn to whatever comes after that. Eternity, eternal oblivion.
And what's this? Gorilla Munch now actually breaking his gaze upon this lovely woman? This fair looking creature who he imagined to be warm, and caring, and introspective--has she bested him in this unholy contest of willpower?
A slight sound of rummaging comes from Munch's small brown bag underneath his seat. A slight sound of rummaging, then a meek mewing thrusting forward to be heard through heavy layers of zipper and canvas. Munch reaches his craggy hands to his feet and unzips the bag, pulling out a small, dusty-gray kitten, ruffled like a potato chip. Another meek mew, this time an overture of freedom. Munch brings the kitten to his face, and buries himself into its dirty coat of fur. Laughing quietly while rubbing the small creature across his eyes, nose, cheeks, and neck. The kitten doesn't seem to mind one bit. It purrs softly, and settles down into its master's lap.
Munch looks supremely satisfied and glances out the window. A small drop of drool crystallizes on the corner of his lips and hangs softly. He looks back at her, his eyes full of anticipation.
He is curious about her.
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