Crows and Seagulls Are Totally Pals Right?

"But I am Italian." He pointed out. "And 'Seagull' is not the most romantic thing I've ever heard. It kind of kills my boner."

"I fucking hate that name," he groaned.

"What should I call you, then?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

"...I wanted to be the Angel of Death," he grumbled, glancing to the side.

He laughed.

"But 'Seagull' goes so much better with 'Crow', and we're partners on this mission, right?" He grinned. "But I mean, what I should I call you during sex~?"

He blushed.

"...I don't want you using my real name. Just, think of something that isn't stupid."

"How about 'Arrapante'?" He suggested.

"...What does that mean?" he asked suspiciously.

"It's a bit vulgar, but it roughly translates to, 'someone who gets me horny'." He grinned. "Or as an American might say, 'sexy'."

"...I hate you. So much."

"Is that a no?"

"You know what? I don't even care. If it's said in your voice, it's a boner-kill no matter what you call me."

He shrugged.

"Arrapante it is~"

"...You're really going to do this, aren't you? Even though you just beat in my face."

Crow was already removing Seagull's clothes.

"Of course I am. Fighting gets me hot, you know."

"Congratulations--you're somehow even more disgusting than I had first thought."

He laughed.

"I'm just kidding. It's your cute face that gets me all hot, you know."

He grinned.

"Well now it's all bruised and beat up--you're fucking out of luck."

"No, I'm going to be fucking you." He corrected, already molesting his chest.

"I can still punch you, you know," he hissed, panicking.

Crow grinned.

"Go ahead, make me hotter~" He moaned, moving against Seagull's crotch.

Seagull gasped without meaning to; trying to cover up this mistake, he punched Crow in the cheek.

Crow bitch-smacked him, and then returned to moving against it, his hands wandering progressively lower.

Seagull winced, kicking Crow in the side.

Crow growled.

"Stop it or I will break your legs."