[ His grip relents a little as he leans up to look around the room, ears flattening back as he observes the whole get-up. Gaudy, very matrimonial in a totally over-the-top sort of way, he supposes ... Our captors think we've been married. Tygra ducks back down to scent out the young man's throat, unable to detect any unevenness in his heartbeat except for likely adrenaline. Nothing is tripping too fast to signify a lie.
When he looks at him again, he's less angry than annoyed. ]
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[ His grip relents a little as he leans up to look around the room, ears flattening back as he observes the whole get-up. Gaudy, very matrimonial in a totally over-the-top sort of way, he supposes ... Our captors think we've been married. Tygra ducks back down to scent out the young man's throat, unable to detect any unevenness in his heartbeat except for likely adrenaline. Nothing is tripping too fast to signify a lie.
When he looks at him again, he's less angry than annoyed. ]
I'm not going to hit you. What's your name?