[He flips the disk up in the air like a toy, keeping his tone playful. Light. Djeeta is only embarrassed, but he has other things on his mind.]
I think you should be the one worrying about that.
[He shuts the door.
Then, cold metal pressed against her neck. It is the disk in his hand, now clad in gauntlets of cobalt steel, and his civilian clothes dissolve into light as they revert to his original form, his tattooed torso bare for her to see.]
ok but u gotta do it with cat ears
I think you should be the one worrying about that.
[He shuts the door.
Then, cold metal pressed against her neck. It is the disk in his hand, now clad in gauntlets of cobalt steel, and his civilian clothes dissolve into light as they revert to his original form, his tattooed torso bare for her to see.]
You know, I don't give my name to just anybody.