[Pachinko hears that, but does not understand or care. It is not food, pets, or play, and therefore Pachinko is not interested.]
Oh my god, what are you...?
[Even with the clear sigh to his voice, there's no disguising the smile on his own face or how the mirth creeps into his tone. He lifts a hand to cover his eyes, but not before quickly rolling them and being mildly upset that Crow can't see it.]
All right, all right. I'm ready for whatever horrors you're about to unleash...
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Oh my god, what are you...?
[Even with the clear sigh to his voice, there's no disguising the smile on his own face or how the mirth creeps into his tone. He lifts a hand to cover his eyes, but not before quickly rolling them and being mildly upset that Crow can't see it.]
All right, all right. I'm ready for whatever horrors you're about to unleash...