[Crow says, in a tone that's faking believing so hard that it turns around and becomes oh-so-obvious it's sarcasm. But that smile's as bright as ever, finding some kind of lightness in his heart from having Rean tease him like this.
Please tease him. He loves that attention.
JFC Crow.]
Well! [He claps his hands together, red eyes practically glittering.] Guess that makes me your date! Lucky you!
[Don't mind if he runs to the kitchen, a safe-enough jog as he searches for...something. opening cabinets and grabbing what sounds like something wrapped in plastic. Now he's going for the fridge--wait, freezer, pulling something out and hooking it in his elbow. A towel...and then silverware.]
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[Crow says, in a tone that's faking believing so hard that it turns around and becomes oh-so-obvious it's sarcasm. But that smile's as bright as ever, finding some kind of lightness in his heart from having Rean tease him like this.
Please tease him. He loves that attention.
JFC Crow.]
Well! [He claps his hands together, red eyes practically glittering.] Guess that makes me your date! Lucky you!
[Don't mind if he runs to the kitchen, a safe-enough jog as he searches for...something. opening cabinets and grabbing what sounds like something wrapped in plastic. Now he's going for the fridge--wait, freezer, pulling something out and hooking it in his elbow. A towel...and then silverware.]
Close your eyes. Don't look at me.