Me? [ He's affronted by the assumption, and it ticks through his mind that Light wants to see where his hands are, supposedly. His eyes narrow, but, well, he doesn't see Light as a threat. What could he do, play tennis at him?
With a light huff, he saunters to the bull and pulls himself up with as much grace as he can muster. ]
Fine. I can see the appeal. [ He preens a bit, arching his back as he holds onto the pummel ]
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With a light huff, he saunters to the bull and pulls himself up with as much grace as he can muster. ]
Fine. I can see the appeal. [ He preens a bit, arching his back as he holds onto the pummel ]