[at this point, they were at a statemate. he's not a psychic, he doesn't know about all that background and doesn't care much either.
men like squalo learned best through action, not sparring with words. a fight he had no doubts he could win, but it ran the risk of pushing too far. and while he wasn't afraid of men like squalo, it still wasn't the best idea to shove them into a corner. because any cornered animal would bite. and he's pretty sure if this one bites, he'd wear those scars.
so slowly, carefully, he approaches squalo. kisara had calmed down some. she had gone still, save for a shaky tail.
and without saying a single thing, he holds kisara out to squalo. it isn't a dare; it isn't even a challenge. rather it's a chance to prove himself, to stand by what he said. he had looked after a boy, a cat, an organization. could he look after a dragon? if he couldn't be kind, could he at least be caring?]
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men like squalo learned best through action, not sparring with words. a fight he had no doubts he could win, but it ran the risk of pushing too far. and while he wasn't afraid of men like squalo, it still wasn't the best idea to shove them into a corner. because any cornered animal would bite. and he's pretty sure if this one bites, he'd wear those scars.
so slowly, carefully, he approaches squalo. kisara had calmed down some. she had gone still, save for a shaky tail.
and without saying a single thing, he holds kisara out to squalo. it isn't a dare; it isn't even a challenge. rather it's a chance to prove himself, to stand by what he said. he had looked after a boy, a cat, an organization. could he look after a dragon? if he couldn't be kind, could he at least be caring?]