[A rumbled little chuckle leaves him, and he gives a slight shake of his head.] No, nono, stay here. Later. [He pats his knees again, shifting his hands back to the bend of his... calf? The short joint before his longass anklefoot. Fucking weird bird anatomy.]
Might still eat'cha though, just for old times' sake. [The words scratch in his throat, a dangerous callback to let me show you a good time, to you know I don't disappoint, but he wars with his own mind to stay in the moment, tapping his claws against the goetia's ankles to the beat of something only he can hear.]
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Might still eat'cha though, just for old times' sake. [The words scratch in his throat, a dangerous callback to let me show you a good time, to you know I don't disappoint, but he wars with his own mind to stay in the moment, tapping his claws against the goetia's ankles to the beat of something only he can hear.]