All Shiba heard was â€œFlawless specimen...of a warriorâ€ and that was it out of that rant. A smirk crossed his lips and his hands went weakly to his hips as he looked to him, â€œI must agreeâ€¦â€ he kept his hand over his right eye firmly as he thought on this, his left eye scanning over his own body<span style="font-style: italic"> well fuck yeah im the best warrior in the worldâ€¦</span>he inwardly complimented himself with pride. His attention being lost again by hunger which had led him to the fridge. Again he ignored the tantrum about the messâ€¦ he honestly didnâ€™t care what this guy said, thought, or did. But one thing did catch his attention finally. Guinea pigâ€¦.<br/><br/>A devious smirk came to him as he snffed about finding his way to the rodentâ€™s cage. He inspected it and sniffed at it, making an excuse he backed up and frowned muttering, â€œnot enough bloodâ€¦â€ but there was a hint of fear within that voice as he walked around sniffing and searching for food. His left hand finding its way to some medical tape. HE smirked and picked up the roll looking at it â€œPERFECT!â€ he yelled out kneeling to his knees and keeping  his head low whiel his right hand left the eye it had been keeping hidden. Carefully he wrapped the eye up making sure it was secure behind the bindings before standing again. His nose sniffing around as he followed it to stand just over the male who had revived him. HE looked at him square in the eye,<br/><br/>â€œI need foodâ€¦â€