II. Watching the race about to start with a small frown lodged firmly between his eyebrows and narrowed eyes, Rokuta knew he should try to think of them as youjuu if anything comparable at all. It might help him feel less... unsettled, about it.
They looked nothing like kirin as far as he was concerned, but the name was there and while there were two horns instead of one... Shifting where he sat perched cross-legged on the edge of a low wall instead of in a proper seat, Rokuta planted elbows on his knees and his chin in his hands.
Anyone passing by close enough at the right time might hear a muttered 'it's just not right' as the boy glowered from his seat.
III.
"Watch it!"
Congratulations, you were just shoved aside by a blond kid just in time to not step on the escaped lizard... or get scratched by the spines. Rokuta doesn't pay much attention to whoever he just shouldered aside at first - instead he squats down just in time to sweep that weird-looking creature up in his hands, muttering quietly to it.
It keeps hissing, but there's no attempts at biting or scratching.
"Sorry 'bout that, but you could've stepped on it," he finally says, looking up.
VI. [Or hit me with whatever! I can switch format, too.]
Enki/Rokuta | The 12 Kingdoms
Watching the race about to start with a small frown lodged firmly between his eyebrows and narrowed eyes, Rokuta knew he should try to think of them as youjuu if anything comparable at all. It might help him feel less... unsettled, about it.
They looked nothing like kirin as far as he was concerned, but the name was there and while there were two horns instead of one... Shifting where he sat perched cross-legged on the edge of a low wall instead of in a proper seat, Rokuta planted elbows on his knees and his chin in his hands.
Anyone passing by close enough at the right time might hear a muttered 'it's just not right' as the boy glowered from his seat.
III.
"Watch it!"
Congratulations, you were just shoved aside by a blond kid just in time to not step on the escaped lizard... or get scratched by the spines. Rokuta doesn't pay much attention to whoever he just shouldered aside at first - instead he squats down just in time to sweep that weird-looking creature up in his hands, muttering quietly to it.
It keeps hissing, but there's no attempts at biting or scratching.
"Sorry 'bout that, but you could've stepped on it," he finally says, looking up.
VI.
[Or hit me with whatever! I can switch format, too.]