[Rean's playful, yet chastising comments do nothing to dampen Crow's mood as they walk down the sidewalk. He's got the look of a cat who got the cream, and if he's not careful, that smile could light up the whole street.

He'll keep it contained though, humming a satisfied tune as he pulls up Wiffle-Waffle's online menu.

Yeah, he figured you might be hungry after that.]

I didn't hear you complaining once the shirt came off.

[He snickers, bumping his shoulder into Rean's playfully.]

Besides, you did make my hot pocket go cold, and they're never as good reheated~