[Sitting back down, he folds his elbow over the arm of his chair; a cognition will be over soon to take their order, if he thinks about it hard enough, he's sure. His hand dangles in its glove.]
Really, Crow. You think you can distract me with that?
You're in quite the wrong fake world to be a zombie. [Chitter, chatter.]
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Really, Crow. You think you can distract me with that?
You're in quite the wrong fake world to be a zombie. [Chitter, chatter.]