[Takoyaki lets out an exhausted 'kweh' and rolls over onto his back, sticking his legs into the sky like he's dead. Dylas drags a hand down his face, takes a deep breath. This is too much diva for him.]

What did you think it was about? I can try changing his food, but as soon as someone drops food on the ground, he'll go for that instead.

[He huffs and reaches down, scooping his 'dead' bird up into his arms. Reaching for the bag at his side, he pulls out a carrier and starts to strap the bird in. Takoyaki doesn't seem to protest too much. As he's strapping it on over his shirt, he remembers...he still has no idea why these two are here.]

What do you two want, anyways? You lost or something?

[There. The carrier is strapped on fully. Dadylas is now completely assembled.]