( a napping Crow might discover a ruckus erupting nearby him soon enough, though the culprit is a fellow guard rather than a would be thief. you see, Century Egg's familiar, a floating blue spirit, has decided he really wants to play with the butterfly lettuce — by initiating a game whose aim is to see how close to the back of Century Egg's head they can get before he reacts.
and the unfortunate head of lettuce that loses the game finds itself promptly shredded to pieces by well placed strikes of Century Egg's claw. but he doesn't stop there, even as the heads of lettuce jump and flutter away as fast as their little wings can carry them, bumping into one another in their rush to move. he rushes after them, quick and decisive, as though snapped into action by a little game, and heading straight for a napping pile of Crow. )
flappy veg!
and the unfortunate head of lettuce that loses the game finds itself promptly shredded to pieces by well placed strikes of Century Egg's claw. but he doesn't stop there, even as the heads of lettuce jump and flutter away as fast as their little wings can carry them, bumping into one another in their rush to move. he rushes after them, quick and decisive, as though snapped into action by a little game, and heading straight for a napping pile of Crow. )