After Citrus and you had caught the object faux, you were both on either side of it and walked down a stairway of the abandoned hotel you have decided to make work for the day. The object you both were holding was passed out, the few eyes of it were half open or fully shut. Walking down a few more flights of stairs, Citrus and you argued a moment about Citrus having some torture dungeon as a bedroom. You went silent.

CAAW!

A bird sounded from above.

Citrus suddenly froze, glancing up at the birds nest above them. He suddenly panics, the faux object slipping out of your arms as Citrus raced away. You called after him and chased him until you both landed in a new room. Citrus sat on the ground with the objects head in his lap.

Time skip a few silent minutes, which you broke by saying...

'Do you hate birds...?'

Citrus jerked his head up, the faux object wiggling around. Feathers flew around and he quickly knocked it out again.

"....Can we just focus on making this meal last...?!"

He hissed. You just gave him a few innocent little blinks.

"Don't look at- You don't care about me!!"