Soft spoken with a broken jaw

[near_your_enemy]

Suppertime, and N is not in a particularly good mood.  He sits on the counter in the kitchen, decidedly Mihael-less--while the blonde's attention was loved, it wasn't exactly beneficial to thinking.

He munches on more animal crackers, snapping off the head of the seahorse he was currently holding between his fingers.

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[coordinated_n]

*Near enters, and goes straight for the teakettle, as usual.*

[near_your_enemy]

He gives a small scowl, extending a foot from where he was sitting on the counter, and giving Near a hard nudge against the shoulder with his toes.

[coordinated_n]

N?

[near_your_enemy]

"Mmhm."

He snaps off the head of a giraffe.