[Dammit. He knows he had it coming, but that's not exactly a comfortable position to be in. And besides, he needs to pay for that--
... Wait a minute.
Seeing her pay for the desserts, Crow opens his mouth to protest.]
Hey! That's not what we agreed on!
[Probably the first and the last time you will ever hear him arguing that he wants to pay for something.
The glare the waiter sends them, however, clearly implies that for all he cares, they might as well kill each other over it, as long as they do it outside.]
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... Wait a minute.
Seeing her pay for the desserts, Crow opens his mouth to protest.]
Hey! That's not what we agreed on!
[Probably the first and the last time you will ever hear him arguing that he wants to pay for something.
The glare the waiter sends them, however, clearly implies that for all he cares, they might as well kill each other over it, as long as they do it outside.]