[The anger seething within him at that moment was intense-- so intense, that he considered disregarding Ryuuga's words and snatching that ring off his finger to stomp on, irreplaceable partner be damned. Just who in the hell did that stupid thing think he was, making snide comments like that?
But if he decided to do that, then wouldn't that make him just as bad as they assumed? Up until recently, he was proud of his demonic heritage-- it was something that finally felt right about him after all these years. But if this was going to be a double-edged sword, if he was going to be a danger to people somehow... then he had to try his hardest to show them who he really was, rebellious genetics be damned.
... which was probably the best course of action, considering his demonic markings had just popped up on his face thanks to the strength of his emotions and he wasn't aware of it.
His eyes narrow at Ryuuga, flicking to the offered pastry (a croissant, which he hadn't had in who knows how long), and back to him. His finger lowers, but his expression still looks stormy, his anger still bubbling beneath the surface.]
There's nothing for me to explain. Not if that piece of tacky jewelry is gonna be all judgmental at me about it.
[... but he does take the pastry, so. That's possibly an agreement? A truce? WHO KNOWS.]
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But if he decided to do that, then wouldn't that make him just as bad as they assumed? Up until recently, he was proud of his demonic heritage-- it was something that finally felt right about him after all these years. But if this was going to be a double-edged sword, if he was going to be a danger to people somehow... then he had to try his hardest to show them who he really was, rebellious genetics be damned.
... which was probably the best course of action, considering his demonic markings had just popped up on his face thanks to the strength of his emotions and he wasn't aware of it.
His eyes narrow at Ryuuga, flicking to the offered pastry (a croissant, which he hadn't had in who knows how long), and back to him. His finger lowers, but his expression still looks stormy, his anger still bubbling beneath the surface.]
There's nothing for me to explain. Not if that piece of tacky jewelry is gonna be all judgmental at me about it.
[... but he does take the pastry, so. That's possibly an agreement? A truce? WHO KNOWS.]