[ He grumbles a little but shifts aside willingly enough for Mukuro to reclaim his place, wrinkling his nose when one of the wolf pups sprawls over his face. Rude, little one. Shoo. ]
I'll think of something, [ comes the muffled answer, even as he reaches up and pulls the pup away from his face by the scruff of her neck. She gets set down somewhere near his hip, where she promptly tries to crawl underneath one of Verglas' paws. ]
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I'll think of something, [ comes the muffled answer, even as he reaches up and pulls the pup away from his face by the scruff of her neck. She gets set down somewhere near his hip, where she promptly tries to crawl underneath one of Verglas' paws. ]
What about your bird?