[ Hanekoma clenches his teeth against a sound he doesn't want to make, and that energy to his skin spikes again, tuned too high to be compatible with wounded Composers and their need for power boosts. He arches a little, involuntarily, against that hand on his feathers -- it feels strange, too-light and teasing, and it makes the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. This? Is a warning tone. ] Joshua.
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Joshua.