[ oh.. this is awkward. It takes Crow a moment— he really wasn't the sharpest one in the band (none of them are, really.) His ears perk upward as he notices he isn't receiving praise from Aion, but rather he's getting his attention again and reaching out forward.
Oh. Ooooh.
Crow gets it, though his face flushes a light pink as he turns away to put his instrument down carefully. ]
Y-You gotta be more specific, idiot! Like I can always know what you're thinking and what you want! For real, jeeze.
[ Nevertheless, for somebody going off, Crow takes no hesitation in crawling onto the lap he was invited to sit on and burrow his face into Aion's chest. In fact, he was speaking just as he was doing this. He shifts, just for a moment, to straddle his short legs around Aion's small body, not daring to look at him right this instant.
He's embarrassed he misunderstood what you wanted, that's all. ]
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His ears perk upward as he notices he isn't receiving praise from Aion, but rather he's getting his attention again and reaching out forward.
Oh.
Ooooh.
Crow gets it, though his face flushes a light pink as he turns away to put his instrument down carefully. ]
Y-You gotta be more specific, idiot! Like I can always know what you're thinking and what you want! For real, jeeze.
[ Nevertheless, for somebody going off, Crow takes no hesitation in crawling onto the lap he was invited to sit on and burrow his face into Aion's chest. In fact, he was speaking just as he was doing this. He shifts, just for a moment, to straddle his short legs around Aion's small body, not daring to look at him right this instant.
He's embarrassed he misunderstood what you wanted, that's all. ]