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         Snatches up one(1) @cuatroreborn. “Please do not touch my dragon, I will fight.” 

Perhaps this was just one of those forms? When the crowd thins a bit, the T’ojina immediately goes to bridge the gap, warm porcelain reaching out for the other male’s hand as a smile curved his lips. “Ulquiorra~! Where y’ been man? I didn’ get t’ see ya before I left! It was a real bummer.” He’d had fun talking to the other. As heavy as some of the topics were, he hadn’t minded it and was quite content about the curiosity that the other had shown towards him. After all it wasn’t common that he’d so openly talk about what he was while simultaneously learning about another species all together. Zeru was all smiles and jovial body language as he stood there, head cocked to the side as he looked him over and chuckled. “Where’d your markings go? I thought they were pretty cool. Is this some new kinda look you’re goin’ for without all the dragon like bits?” 

            What a strange one she was, it seemed none could truly see her and Zeru of all people could see why. Without a proper shell, how could the flesh borne perceive her without the skills most of them had lost over the years? The T’ojina thinks its a bit sad though that a beaut like her wasn’t being fully appreciated, so he decided to take a seat across from her. Whether or not he was perceived as weird by the soft folk was irrelevant to him so after a moment of playing like he couldn’t see her there, he leaned forward a bit and turned those mismatched hues to her with a smile. “So miss beautiful soul, ya got a reason for people watchin’ or are ya just fascinated by the way they walk?” He hummed the words with that jovial tone, jaw perched in his palm as he simply continued to smiles. “It’s a shame they can’t see ya though, guess I’ll just have to appreciate the shine ten times as much to make up for their lack of ability.” 

Sighing heavily, he looked between his fingers for a moment and shook his head. “I meant that literally. As in, they don’t seem t’ actually see ya. Obviously, you’re there and this is weird and I am soundin’ like a whacko, fuck, sorry.” Excuse him, he’s just a wee bit socially awkward and strange. Though a look around in that awkward moment only further proved to provoke his curiosity as dotted brows furrowed in question. Others were staring at him like he was a loon talking to the air, which would be normal any other day given one eye was a near black blue and the other a silvery ice blue so people often stared at him anyways, but this was a bit more strange and the expressions given definitely didn’t say ‘you look weird’ but instead said ‘the fuck is wrong with you?’ “Yup. Definitely not a normal day.”

          It likely didn’t help matters that he was warmer than most year round anyways. The heat didn’t bother him because he was already nothing short of a walking kiln but he knew it could be uncomfortable for humans. So he was mindful whenever Jumin seemed to shy away from him as quickly as he approached. Banded fingers twined those lithe digits and he couldn’t help but to chuckle at that apology. “You’re so cute,” he chuckled beneath his breath and offered a smile, bringing the back of Jumin’s hand up to his lips. “Ya ain’t gross at all so quit that. If I weren’t a walkin’ heater it’d be easier to give ya all the attention I want to.” Granted, he could turn his inner kiln down a bit but that would mean he’d move all the slower. It was like slowing a heart beat, but it wouldn’t make the molten liquid in his body any less hot. “How’s about we go to the beach or somethin’ to cool off?” 

“And if there’s one thing I know, it’s that you never deserve to be hurt, Jumin. Whether ya know it or not, pain doesn’t always come with love and affection and if anyone hurts ya-- well, they better be prepared to get their ass curb stomped into the pavement by me.” 

A rare and often unseen T’ojina in his natural habitat of neons.

And when it comes to someone he’s close with? Sure, he’ll be alright if he expects it. However, just randomly taking his bands when he’s unprepared for it will still result in him being highly uncomfortable and irritable. The only people who could probably get away with such a thing are those who he’s so close with that he doesn’t mind them playing with his hands or otherwise seeing his joints as a whole. Think laying in bed and being comfortable, just taking his bands off to play with his hands– that he can see coming and won’t mind if its someone he’s close with.