What, Ryu, did you really think he was going to take you trying to put him in gay baby jail a second time calmly?
Makoto certainly remembers the last time it had happened. It had been infuriating, humiliating, and it had also preceded some of the most existentially horrifying and challenging hours he’s faced in his life, and that was a life full cover-to-cover of pages and pages of all manner of malaise, misfortune, and misery. More than anything he searches for a tool to break the cycle that he so often finds himself sliding into, a never-ending daisy chain of circumstances in which he falls beneath the thumb of someone content to impose their whims over him simply because they had the power to. Not now. Not today, not when the moon of Firaseri burns over Horos, making him feel that he could break through any obstacle that any of these fools could throw out in front of him!
That surge of malicious confidence carries his efforts through to fruition; the bubble of defensive energy bursts around him, and he drops a foot or two to the ground; there’s not a moment lost before he’s flared out his wings behind him and uses them with a few powerful beats to bodily launch himself at Ryu. He aims to knock him off his feet, sink his claws into his shoulder, his arm, his torso, whatever he can get a hold of; the talons of his draconic wings attempt to grapple into the feathery ones that sprout from Ryu’s back, all too familiar with this particular method of violence, having learned it with J.
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Makoto certainly remembers the last time it had happened. It had been infuriating, humiliating, and it had also preceded some of the most existentially horrifying and challenging hours he’s faced in his life, and that was a life full cover-to-cover of pages and pages of all manner of malaise, misfortune, and misery. More than anything he searches for a tool to break the cycle that he so often finds himself sliding into, a never-ending daisy chain of circumstances in which he falls beneath the thumb of someone content to impose their whims over him simply because they had the power to. Not now. Not today, not when the moon of Firaseri burns over Horos, making him feel that he could break through any obstacle that any of these fools could throw out in front of him!
That surge of malicious confidence carries his efforts through to fruition; the bubble of defensive energy bursts around him, and he drops a foot or two to the ground; there’s not a moment lost before he’s flared out his wings behind him and uses them with a few powerful beats to bodily launch himself at Ryu. He aims to knock him off his feet, sink his claws into his shoulder, his arm, his torso, whatever he can get a hold of; the talons of his draconic wings attempt to grapple into the feathery ones that sprout from Ryu’s back, all too familiar with this particular method of violence, having learned it with J.