[Before he'd been given this body, it had been less the case for him — he was a naturally honest person, having decided long ago that it was both best and easiest for him to wear his heart on his sleeve and let others discern what they may from it. He still did that, sure, but he kept close to his chest the finer details of what it was he was and what he could do.
But sometimes it spilled over a little bit, which was what was happening now. He's not perfect, and neither is his self-control, and there's a lot of demon stuffed into his limited human form.
The impact with the floor shudders through him from his hands and knees inward, eliciting a fiendish grin to spread across his face. He hadn't even planned what to do if he did manage to pin Kira, and he doesn't quite get a chance to figure it out — the guy is fast, wrapping his hands around the sides of his head and driving his thumbs towards his eyes. Akira screws his eyes shut instinctually, growling; there's a sharp ratchet in his body temperature, his skin becoming distinctly hot to the touch. He immediately jerks his head back, sitting up and lifting up his hands to attempt to wrap them powerfully around Kira's wrists. He slowly tries to yank the other young man's hands away from his head, sharp teeth bared in a feral snarl, eyes slowly fluttering back open, glaring through a haze of tears inspired by the sudden pain.]
That, [he growls, low in his throat, using every ounce of his strength to try to pin back Kira's arms,] was a dick move.
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Guess so.
[Before he'd been given this body, it had been less the case for him — he was a naturally honest person, having decided long ago that it was both best and easiest for him to wear his heart on his sleeve and let others discern what they may from it. He still did that, sure, but he kept close to his chest the finer details of what it was he was and what he could do.
But sometimes it spilled over a little bit, which was what was happening now. He's not perfect, and neither is his self-control, and there's a lot of demon stuffed into his limited human form.
The impact with the floor shudders through him from his hands and knees inward, eliciting a fiendish grin to spread across his face. He hadn't even planned what to do if he did manage to pin Kira, and he doesn't quite get a chance to figure it out — the guy is fast, wrapping his hands around the sides of his head and driving his thumbs towards his eyes. Akira screws his eyes shut instinctually, growling; there's a sharp ratchet in his body temperature, his skin becoming distinctly hot to the touch. He immediately jerks his head back, sitting up and lifting up his hands to attempt to wrap them powerfully around Kira's wrists. He slowly tries to yank the other young man's hands away from his head, sharp teeth bared in a feral snarl, eyes slowly fluttering back open, glaring through a haze of tears inspired by the sudden pain.]
That, [he growls, low in his throat, using every ounce of his strength to try to pin back Kira's arms,] was a dick move.