[It's easier to accept something might go comically wrong when it doesn't involve his dick. He's a bit egocentric that way.]
[His tail lashes back behind him while he doesn't move an inch to make the other man's journey easier. He does listen, though. The idea of feathers doesn't unsettle him. Plenty of Liberi had feathers somewhere on their body or embedded in their hair. Talons were rarer. While the other man takes his arm, touches the fur, Aak considers how much he would need to piss off a Liberi to get held down by talons...]
I try to keep things more friendly. [he can imagine it, at least, from similar weapon wounds]
See, I keep my nails all nice and everything. [he splays his fingers, where the black-quicked nails are indeed neatly trimmed.] No point in hurtin' someone unless I want to.
[A little hint of threat, though. Even if he doesn't need to, he personally dislikes implying he's totally harmless.]
[ Apparently falling love - completely unbeknownst to him - was enough to send talons sinking into his skin. Hooking into organs and pulling down scales, a memory that makes him only slightly irritated in his drunken state. He escaped and lived, but the fact that one of his own kin had attacked him was still enough to piss him off.
His fingers come to follow the curve of Aak’s nails before withdrawing his hands completely. ]
But what if they want you to? [ He asks, feeling the brush of red deepen in his ears. ] You could scratch me up a little and I wouldn’t mind, at least.
[Some things were less a matter of what they did but what others around them decided to do. For all the transgressions he committed himself he caught the most shit for ones he had no choice in.]
[His ears perk up at the question. He certainly preferred to be able to inflict a little bit of pain and soreness. Anytime he was specifically told not to it was so distracting to worry about how he held himself or the force with which he used teeth against skin.]
[(And if there was some mistake downstairs he could also just vent his frustration with that as an excuse! Lucky him!)]
Oh, that's good to know! [Part of his smile is wholly sincere, for the reasons above. He bounces on his heels, a bit eager again.]
I can't do talons but I could bite you up a bit, if you're a lil' M, hehehe.
[He tugs his cheek to the side so the pointed canine is revealed.]
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[His tail lashes back behind him while he doesn't move an inch to make the other man's journey easier. He does listen, though. The idea of feathers doesn't unsettle him. Plenty of Liberi had feathers somewhere on their body or embedded in their hair. Talons were rarer. While the other man takes his arm, touches the fur, Aak considers how much he would need to piss off a Liberi to get held down by talons...]
I try to keep things more friendly. [he can imagine it, at least, from similar weapon wounds]
See, I keep my nails all nice and everything. [he splays his fingers, where the black-quicked nails are indeed neatly trimmed.] No point in hurtin' someone unless I want to.
[A little hint of threat, though. Even if he doesn't need to, he personally dislikes implying he's totally harmless.]
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His fingers come to follow the curve of Aak’s nails before withdrawing his hands completely. ]
But what if they want you to? [ He asks, feeling the brush of red deepen in his ears. ] You could scratch me up a little and I wouldn’t mind, at least.
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[His ears perk up at the question. He certainly preferred to be able to inflict a little bit of pain and soreness. Anytime he was specifically told not to it was so distracting to worry about how he held himself or the force with which he used teeth against skin.]
[(And if there was some mistake downstairs he could also just vent his frustration with that as an excuse! Lucky him!)]
Oh, that's good to know! [Part of his smile is wholly sincere, for the reasons above. He bounces on his heels, a bit eager again.]
I can't do talons but I could bite you up a bit, if you're a lil' M, hehehe.
[He tugs his cheek to the side so the pointed canine is revealed.]