[It is Christmas Day. It is the wee hours of the morning on Christmas Day. The hour, in fact, when Shiro is usually getting up to go make his crunchy eggs and have a jog. Kevin knows this, which is why the instant Shiro slips his amulet on he will be hit with a barrage of relentless mental Kevin pokes, as though he has already been at this for several minutes.]
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Hey. Hey. Shiro. Hey.
[His mental voice is a hiss.]