Joking or not, Kai seems to be considering that, still poking at the fire. Not like he hasn't hunted before, but...

"I suppose I could bludgeon it to death, since the Keyblade's more for killing magical things. Monsters. Setting it on fire would just ruin the fur."

It's almost creepy how calm he sounds saying that. Then he looks over at Karasu and sits back, abandoning the stick. She ought to stay, but she'll probably have an easier time finding the bear anyway, and catching it as a dragon.

Kai lets out an annoyed sigh at the choices they don't seem to have, and starts pulling his shirt off.

"Here, this might keep you a little warmer even though it's short sleeved."

He shakes his hair free as he gets it over his head, trying to ignore that two out of his three scars are pretty visible now. He's not so much embarrassed as just irritated that Bakura gets to see them. There's a set of claw marks on his left shoulder, starting on the top and dragging a few inches down, and then the one on his chest. Three puncture wounds spaced out over his heart that seem to turn into scratches, as if whatever had attacked him had been pulled away.

Kai clears his throat, holding the shirt out while he glances back at the fire.