[Dude that is rude. The crow tumbles backwards from the wind and lands on his bed. Also: Not yours. Technically his. A promise of a duel in the future. Which, right now, considering he just flew from the glove to the bed, is something he knows he can't win right now. Darn Akira having better powers and...]
Mine.
[It sounds a little deeper, since crows can mimic human voices. Then again, he could probably talk normally in this form, but he's hellbent on not being found out.]
I should tag the other before this one, but this one is too sad-silly so
Mine.
[It sounds a little deeper, since crows can mimic human voices. Then again, he could probably talk normally in this form, but he's hellbent on not being found out.]