[He feels ...so young right now. Just the way Darkleer is treating him, inspecting him, like he's one of the kids here. It frustrating. Part of him is starting to relax a little though. Was this pity something like what the other felt for those younger trolls? Something lusus like instead of anything else? Thinking of it like that made this a bit easier to mentally deal with.]
W-w... What?
[His wings shrink behind him, back curling forward and torso crumpling into itself as well. He does his beck to glare but it's really too weak to portray his agitation.]
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W-w... What?
[His wings shrink behind him, back curling forward and torso crumpling into itself as well. He does his beck to glare but it's really too weak to portray his agitation.]