[It's a struggle to get down the dock. He clutches his head the whole way, swaying unsteadily as he goes, his clawed feet leaving scratches behind. The tail drags along on the ground. He thinks if he doesn't look back, he won't get turned to stone. That Ryo will hurt a little less.
Except there is not really a mean bone in his body. When they had fought, he was stubborn and without any of the hope he had before. It was the only option he thought he had.
At the end of the dock, he stops. The wings fold behind his shoulders. He turns to look back at Ryo, face as disastrous as expected.]
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Except there is not really a mean bone in his body. When they had fought, he was stubborn and without any of the hope he had before. It was the only option he thought he had.
At the end of the dock, he stops. The wings fold behind his shoulders. He turns to look back at Ryo, face as disastrous as expected.]