"Clearly they've been misinformed," he agreed dutifully, with a wince as he was jabbed. "You realise there might be no alternative." A pause. A correction. "No immediate alternative." He doubted a prison designed to make its inmates fight would have much patience with something as peaceful as a kirin. Though he wanted very much to have words with whoever decided it would be a good idea in the first place. What had motivated it? Power, curiosity?
He twitched again as his hair was yanked on. He let the tug pull his head back, and watched the parade of emotions across Enki's face with half-closed eyes.
"Nothing?" Well then. He reached up to Enki's forehead, and deliberately placed the palm of his hand against where his horn would be. The touch was solid enough to be uncomfortable, but light enough that the hand could be shoved or slapped away without Enki losing his balance. He would have warned him, but that yank had hurt a little.
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Date: 2011-02-07 12:59 pm (UTC)He twitched again as his hair was yanked on. He let the tug pull his head back, and watched the parade of emotions across Enki's face with half-closed eyes.
"Nothing?" Well then. He reached up to Enki's forehead, and deliberately placed the palm of his hand against where his horn would be. The touch was solid enough to be uncomfortable, but light enough that the hand could be shoved or slapped away without Enki losing his balance. He would have warned him, but that yank had hurt a little.