Crows and Seagulls Are Totally Pals Right?

He glared.

"...What. I refuse to believe you killed that guy."

He shrugged.

"Fine, then just the first and last two."

"...What kind of humiliating thing do I have to do?" he asked suspiciously. "I don't like your requests."

He giggled.

"You just have to model for me this time." He said, as if it were obvious.

"M-model?" he asked; that didn't sound too bad, but Crow was an asshole.

"Naked, of course. And without your piercings, and with your hair down." He said, nodding.

Grumbling, Seagull carefully removed his piercings and pulled his meticulously flat-ironed hair out of its ponytail.

"Happy?"

"No, pose sexily." He insisted.

He struck a dull, uninspired pose.

"Like this?"

Crow tsked him.

"No, that's terrible. Sexier."

He sat down.

"Better?"

He facepalmed.

"Do you know what sexy is?"

His face turned red.

"...I don't know what you want me to do."

"Express yourself! Sexily!"

He gave Crow the finger.

"...sexily. Do I have to repeat myself again?"

"Yeah, unlike you I'm not a whore," he said, shrugging.

"Oh, come on." He rolled his eyes. "You have to have imagined me in some rather sexy poses, hmmm?"

His face turned red.

"...You weren't by yourself."

He grinned wider.

"Oh, really now~? Do tell."

He shook his head quickly, flustered.

"...That's not part of the deal."

"Never mind the deal, I will force the words out of your mouth if I have to." He told him, with a rather serious tone.

"...I'll tell you if you promise to give my clothes back," he replied, smirking.

"Fine, deal. Explain first." He hissed impatiently.

"...You give me my pants, I explain, you give me my shirt. Deal?"