[ After rolling his shoulder twice Crowley moves to finally get off the bed after hours, stretching out his legs before placing a hand on his neck and hearing a firm crack when he stretches it to the side. It had been some time since he had last slept in a bed, coffins had become far too common and the act of sleeping in anything beside that has become unfamiliar in both mind and body. ]

I don't even know what that is. [ He's lying. ] Protein, Aoba. Protein.

[ He picks up his pants and underwear, pulling that back on before he strides over towards the couch holding the remainder of his clothes. ]

If you keep this up I will come back with a whole gallon of milk.

[ He's not even kidding. ]

Eggs, yogurt... fish, that kind of stuff. What are you hungry for?