[He croaks out the word, all of his limbs still scrambling and flailing.]
You sure know how to make a guy feel safe!
[Clarence is relatively certain that Mitsuhide won't hurt him (presumably), but that knowledge does nothing to dim his struggles. As a formerly intangible creature, Clarence's bubble of personal space is larger and less flexible than most. It grosses him out, thinking about his skin touching someone else's skin. Hell, it grosses him out to have skin.]
NOW GET OFF!
[He heaves his wings, then uses that momentum to throw his head into Mitsuhide's face with all of his might. Scarecrow can handle a few bruises. He'll probably even like them.]
no subject
[He croaks out the word, all of his limbs still scrambling and flailing.]
You sure know how to make a guy feel safe!
[Clarence is relatively certain that Mitsuhide won't hurt him (presumably), but that knowledge does nothing to dim his struggles. As a formerly intangible creature, Clarence's bubble of personal space is larger and less flexible than most. It grosses him out, thinking about his skin touching someone else's skin. Hell, it grosses him out to have skin.]
NOW GET OFF!
[He heaves his wings, then uses that momentum to throw his head into Mitsuhide's face with all of his might. Scarecrow can handle a few bruises. He'll probably even like them.]