[Gray shall continue to receive D's radio signals, and so it's very evident when his mood takes a very sudden nose-dive of surprised horror when the names begin. Almost immediately, he knows exactly who in this household may have had a hand in the chicken naming convention. This is what he should have confronted Dokja about later instead of having to drop some of his lore onto the stupidest man alive.
D's face remains as placidly unbothered as ever. He looks at each chicken as they are called out. Not Popcorn Chicken........... What the hell does he say to this? He's aware these are Gray's babies. Maybe she doesn't mind them named this way. Who is he to criticize when only just became invited into the household?!]
I see.
[HE DOESN'T SEE.]
Hello.
[To the chickens... because he's polite. They truly pay him no mind because Erebus is far more entertaining even though Erebus is :horse_standing: amidst the lot of them. Erebus kind of just occasionally leans his head down to give them a sniff when they venture close to his front legs. Good thing there is no weird, sudden lore about Frontier cyborg horses eating meat.]
Do they produce many eggs?
[HE IS PRETENDING LIKE THEY ARE EGG CHICKENS, NOT FOOD.]
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D's face remains as placidly unbothered as ever. He looks at each chicken as they are called out. Not Popcorn Chicken........... What the hell does he say to this? He's aware these are Gray's babies. Maybe she doesn't mind them named this way. Who is he to criticize when only just became invited into the household?!]
I see.
[HE DOESN'T SEE.]
Hello.
[To the chickens... because he's polite. They truly pay him no mind because Erebus is far more entertaining even though Erebus is :horse_standing: amidst the lot of them. Erebus kind of just occasionally leans his head down to give them a sniff when they venture close to his front legs. Good thing there is no weird, sudden lore about Frontier cyborg horses eating meat.]
Do they produce many eggs?
[HE IS PRETENDING LIKE THEY ARE EGG CHICKENS, NOT FOOD.]