Trevor's eyes widened, and his face puffed as Daniel tried to take the crow, "Mine! Mine! Mine!" He cuddled the crow in his arms. His bottom teeth over-bit his top lip as he glared the meanest glare he could at Daniel, "Grrrrr!" He growled, trying to sound ferocious, "Didn't your mother tell you not to mess with neckeromancers?" His light brown hair, usually patted to the side of his head, skid in front of his face, casting a shadow--he looked about as intimidating as an angry puppy dog. Trevor was willing to bite as well.
He could not go to sleep without the bird, and he was willing to fight for the dead thing when push came to shove. Daniel was not about to get in the way of his love interest.
He could not go to sleep without the bird, and he was willing to fight for the dead thing when push came to shove. Daniel was not about to get in the way of his love interest.