[ He touches back down again; and as he does, a little puff of air sweeps his fringe from his forehead, revealing an unusual circular scar. It's hidden an instant later. He spreads his arms. ]
If you really want to, go right ahead.
[ His lips tug into a grin that's not entirely sane either. Being compared to a human — even a shitty one — doesn't do much for his temperament. ]
no subject
Somebody's cranky. Still —
[ He touches back down again; and as he does, a little puff of air sweeps his fringe from his forehead, revealing an unusual circular scar. It's hidden an instant later. He spreads his arms. ]
If you really want to, go right ahead.
[ His lips tug into a grin that's not entirely sane either. Being compared to a human — even a shitty one — doesn't do much for his temperament. ]