IT IS THE FIFTH TIME THIS WEEK IN WHICH THE WOLF HAS BOTHERED THE LITTLE CROW. it is wednesday, just lunch. which is a real record for being bothered- how does this wolf keep finding corvus anyway? not that it was particularly difficult to find anyone in diasomnia. they all had that air about them.
now. you may think. what is this savanaclaw student doing willingly spending time around a diasomnia student? to which Anwir will say, buzz off and mind your own business.
“ little crow~! ” right on the dime, as soon as corvus was out of the majority of the school's lingering zones. “ what'cha doin' out here, ahah? not hungry again? ”
⏔⏔⏔ ꒰ . . . as desired by Anwir Chaise // @stxrrydxsires ! !
”Hm? Oh. I’m not.” Corvus replied, his voice still as he tried not to move. His eyes tracked Anwir’s, not ever blinking. “It is truly nothing to fret about.”
Corvus sighed, he didn’t know exactly why he did ever let Anwir bother him, but it’s not like he hasn’t been bothered by so many before. He refused to show any weakness to it again. He would not let this wolf dig into his skin.
“What is it with you and these ridiculous nicknames? I am not named ‘Little Crow.’ I am Corvus Thorne Folly, and it is weird to be referred to as just a small sample of my species.” Corvus tilted his head to the side a bit, much like a bird, as his wings twitched behind him. He held his hands clamped together against his stomach as he waited for a reply.
