[Presumably talking to someone else, Kazuki sounds decidedly unhappy]

...-and you just had to blow them up. Do you have any idea how hard it is to wash blood out of a white shirt? Really.

I think I preferred the singing. It was not as messy. And arguably? Quieter.

It's times like these I wish Shido were around. Not that I'm sure that reanimated chocolate rabbits would actually be something he could communicate with...