[He's a fly. A gnat. Perhaps he should have had antennae instead of ears. He always means to get under people's skin - it sometimes works better than a well-timed punch.]
[But getting under people's skin always carries its risks. He could be drowned in blood if he isn't careful.]
[He stays still as the man caresses him - even the way he accepts the kiss is defiant. He's more than willing to show that he will not simply back down. He's never cowered from a fight, or ran with his tail between his legs. The kiss isn't some lover's gesture - this, too, is a fight.]
[And what comes next only confirms it. The sound thunders through his body - the metal adds to this horrific symphony as pain shifts and stings through every inch like he's an instrument rather than a human being. His mouth gasps into the kiss, his limbs stiffening as a choked cry comes aching out of his throat.]
[It hurts. It all hurts. What a beautiful, terrible symphony.]
[And then, just like that, its over. Hansa's eye is unfocused for a moment, his whole body trembling. Pain. It's all pain.]
[And finally, he glances up at this wretched composer of sound.]
...Hah.
[And then, he moves. It almost looks like he's going to hit him, use these powerful hands to cause harm, and instead-]
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[But getting under people's skin always carries its risks. He could be drowned in blood if he isn't careful.]
[He stays still as the man caresses him - even the way he accepts the kiss is defiant. He's more than willing to show that he will not simply back down. He's never cowered from a fight, or ran with his tail between his legs. The kiss isn't some lover's gesture - this, too, is a fight.]
[And what comes next only confirms it. The sound thunders through his body - the metal adds to this horrific symphony as pain shifts and stings through every inch like he's an instrument rather than a human being. His mouth gasps into the kiss, his limbs stiffening as a choked cry comes aching out of his throat.]
[It hurts. It all hurts. What a beautiful, terrible symphony.]
[And then, just like that, its over. Hansa's eye is unfocused for a moment, his whole body trembling. Pain. It's all pain.]
[And finally, he glances up at this wretched composer of sound.]
...Hah.
[And then, he moves. It almost looks like he's going to hit him, use these powerful hands to cause harm, and instead-]