Considering I've got feathers sprouting out of my chest like some kind of fucked up weeds? Yeah, I'd say I'm just a little preoccupied.

[Forgive him, Natsume. Being a bitch is just his default setting. Now that his heartrate is slowing down, Dito crosses his arms over his chest and takes a moment to look the other man over, paying particular attention to the cat tail lazily swaying from side to side.]

Wait-- you're saying peanut butter did this? The hell kind of place is this?