Mayah Playah
Once left alone, Nikolai took a seat on the couch and stared at the fireplace across from him as Ezekiel flew off his shoulder and landed ahead of him. "Caw!" said the crow, Nikolai's lime green gaze going down to him. "Caw!" it repeated, earning a chuckle. "I suppose you could say that, dearie." he answered.
"Caw! Caw!"
"Perhaps you should find a nice dove of your own, dearie, instead of bugging me about it."
"Caw!"
"Oh? And how is he doing?"
"Caw! Caw!!"
Nikolai would have carried on his conversation with his crow had he not seen Leon emerge from the kitchen with two plates of spaghetti in his hands. Ezekiel cawed angrily and landed back onto the Sin's shoulder, who only rolled his eyes. "Calm down, dearie, I'll share." He smiled back at Leon and gratefully took his plate, resting it onto his lap while stirring the noodles with the sauce. "My, this certainly looks delicious, dearie! Well done!" he praised while handing a small noodle to his crow.