The tree rustled in response, clawed, human-like hands peeking out past the branches before Akira poked his head out from beneath the greenery of the tree. The beanie didn't really keep his hair out of his face, in all its wild, fluffy curls, and his own nocturnally-inclined vision honed in on the bowls on the ground. The bit of glare catching on his almost coke-bottle-typed glasses somewhat obscured his eyes.

"Is that.. meat? Can I eat it?"

His grip flexed on the branch he hung onto, and he dropped down another few branches with deft care, sitting down a little bit closer to Gamzee, but not in easy reach.