Kuronue frowned. And he'd almost thought he'd get away with not being laughed at. Apparently not.

"Man, you're a dick," he muttered and scooted back a little, moving to prop Kurama against the wall and leaning over his to tilt his head back so he could look at his eyes. "If you have a concussion and throw up on me, and I don't notice the signs because you're laughing, I will personally steal all of your clothes and burn them."

Ignoring his laughter he tilted Kurama's head forward, looking for blood in his white hair.