(He yowls when he's grabbed, stumbling forward, tripping over his locked legs and begins to flail out of reflex. He grabs Yuuji's arm with one hand, fingers curling around his sleeve and trying to pull himself free.
Ah but
there's a flood of relief as warmth begins to spread and he realizes how tense he'd been. He feels like he's melting into a puddle after a workout. He begins to relax but it's more out of exhaustion than his own free will.
Yuuji warns him not to reach for his sword and he just hisses,)
T-touch me and I'll kill you.
(Yuuji is already grabbing him but he doesn't mean this form. He means his true one, the sword at his side. His master is the only one that gets to touch that.)
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Ah but
there's a flood of relief as warmth begins to spread and he realizes how tense he'd been. He feels like he's melting into a puddle after a workout. He begins to relax but it's more out of exhaustion than his own free will.
Yuuji warns him not to reach for his sword and he just hisses,)
T-touch me and I'll kill you.
(Yuuji is already grabbing him but he doesn't mean this form. He means his true one, the sword at his side. His master is the only one that gets to touch that.)