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Crow did not understand a single word the air-headed canine attempted to speak and that was the hard truth— a roadblock —but he would adapt. The sheer ingenuity of the prank to begin with required a creative mind, and the tabby was alright at acting. He had those qualities on his side at the least.
Upon Lunafreya's approach, he stifled a laugh, and a glance was sent to Florence, just as confused as the rest of them. The first victims. His socked paw stretched out to gently rub his golden friend's head who was busy gnawing away at the bone at his feet as he listened to her words, and his lips downturned at the reaction received. A growl from the all-knowing master? There must be only one solution. "He desires... a toy that squeaks! Right now!" the feline exclaimed, feigning urgency.
Leroy would be the next to approach. The feline perked up to greet him and an ungodly cackle escaped his throat, face contorting in expression of amusement as he slapped the ground out of impulse. This was all too funny for his own good, the guardsman's shock and disappointment was everything Crow needed. He would regain his composure, though a devilish grin lingered upon his lips.
"His name is, uhhh..." he pondered, paw tapping the ground as his eyes darted wildly searching for inspiration. "Goldilocks. That's his name, and he happens to be a really good mind reader. Bet ya didn't expect that, huh Leroy?"
Crow did not understand a single word the air-headed canine attempted to speak and that was the hard truth— a roadblock —but he would adapt. The sheer ingenuity of the prank to begin with required a creative mind, and the tabby was alright at acting. He had those qualities on his side at the least.
Upon Lunafreya's approach, he stifled a laugh, and a glance was sent to Florence, just as confused as the rest of them. The first victims. His socked paw stretched out to gently rub his golden friend's head who was busy gnawing away at the bone at his feet as he listened to her words, and his lips downturned at the reaction received. A growl from the all-knowing master? There must be only one solution. "He desires... a toy that squeaks! Right now!" the feline exclaimed, feigning urgency.
Leroy would be the next to approach. The feline perked up to greet him and an ungodly cackle escaped his throat, face contorting in expression of amusement as he slapped the ground out of impulse. This was all too funny for his own good, the guardsman's shock and disappointment was everything Crow needed. He would regain his composure, though a devilish grin lingered upon his lips.
"His name is, uhhh..." he pondered, paw tapping the ground as his eyes darted wildly searching for inspiration. "Goldilocks. That's his name, and he happens to be a really good mind reader. Bet ya didn't expect that, huh Leroy?"