[ It does... sort of look like he's offering up a chicken wing, or something like that, but Mikazuki is sometimes wise about keeping his mouth shut, neverminding his tendency to be quiet in general. As Atsushi straightens his transformed arm out, Mikazuki watches, any concern he feels not overtly on his face.
Barbatos had been the same, hadn't it? If he felt fear, it would seize the systems. He had no spaces for that kind of hesitation. Overhead, the wyvern's sleek neck dips, bright green eyes pinning forward. Its mouth peels, growling fluting out from between teeth.
Mikazuki shifts his bent arm to fit the wyvern's jaw into the crook of his elbow, fingers crawling up the scaly ridges of its head to hook into the bridle and give it a little tug. Just a nudge. ]
It's listening.
[ ...so far as he can tell...
Animals, still not his strongest suit, but you know. ]
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Barbatos had been the same, hadn't it? If he felt fear, it would seize the systems. He had no spaces for that kind of hesitation. Overhead, the wyvern's sleek neck dips, bright green eyes pinning forward. Its mouth peels, growling fluting out from between teeth.
Mikazuki shifts his bent arm to fit the wyvern's jaw into the crook of his elbow, fingers crawling up the scaly ridges of its head to hook into the bridle and give it a little tug. Just a nudge. ]
It's listening.
[ ...so far as he can tell...
Animals, still not his strongest suit, but you know. ]