After Citrus and you had caught the faux object, 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, a bodypillow, was passed out. The odd multiple eyes on 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 until-

CAAW!

A bird, it looked like a crow, sounded from above from its poorly made nest.

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.

You found him on the floor, taking a bit of the soul from the faux that was previously in your arms. He glared at you slightly as he set the object down, making sure it was still knocked out before he turned his unfriendly gaze to you.

Maybe Citrus saw an infected. That would be a logical reason to run- though you did see him staring at the crow. So you ask- and he just snaps at you, telling you that was stupid. Birds just made him... paranoid. Hopefully he doesn't believe it's a government drone like some others.

The faux object was now suddenly wiggling around. Feathers flew around and he quickly knocked it out again with a swift slash of his claws. Citrus sighed.

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

He hissed. You just gave him a few innocent little blinks. Then his fur puffed out, perhaps to intimate you.

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