[ As soon as the grip on his collar loosens enough, Misha pulls right away from him. Granted he can't go anywhere, not really. His singular escape is still blocked by this man. Sure, he says he's not going to eat him, but it feels like there's an unspoken 'yet' with the way he talks about drawing unnecessary attention. ]
They were humans,
[ The words come out with a frustrated edge to their tone whilst the man is still talking. He's insulted at the insinuation he can't tell the difference between humans and demons. Not that the man pays any attention to Misha's words though, because he's still prattling on. Talking about insects and monsters with claws and fangs – like they themselves don't fit that description. He leans back further, to get a better look at this man's hands and he glares when he sees blunted nails. ]
… You don't have claws.
[ His voice is quiet, eyes focusing on the man's nails in confusion. This isn't right, something is wrong here. What the hell is this guy? ]
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They were humans,
[ The words come out with a frustrated edge to their tone whilst the man is still talking. He's insulted at the insinuation he can't tell the difference between humans and demons. Not that the man pays any attention to Misha's words though, because he's still prattling on. Talking about insects and monsters with claws and fangs – like they themselves don't fit that description. He leans back further, to get a better look at this man's hands and he glares when he sees blunted nails. ]
… You don't have claws.
[ His voice is quiet, eyes focusing on the man's nails in confusion. This isn't right, something is wrong here. What the hell is this guy? ]