[Fenris wants to wipe that smirk off of Rafe's face, but even if he was about to do anything about it he doesn't have the chance. He almost loses balance in his seating, which is actually fairly easy considering how many parts he has leaning heavily in every which direction — all it takes is to catch him by surprise.
The slit pupil expands briefly in his surprise before it returns to normal, his lids want to close, flutter about halfway before he remembers no more than a couple of seconds ago that Rafe told him to keep them open. His spines remain perked up in his alertness, worried about the fact that their eyes are locked with each other, the lines traversing his body beginning to glow in his anxiety. But nothing happens. Or, he thinks nothing is happening. He's too afraid to do anything or to express his desire in any way, as that had been the catalyst — from what he can understand — of his awakened power.]
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The slit pupil expands briefly in his surprise before it returns to normal, his lids want to close, flutter about halfway before he remembers no more than a couple of seconds ago that Rafe told him to keep them open. His spines remain perked up in his alertness, worried about the fact that their eyes are locked with each other, the lines traversing his body beginning to glow in his anxiety. But nothing happens. Or, he thinks nothing is happening. He's too afraid to do anything or to express his desire in any way, as that had been the catalyst — from what he can understand — of his awakened power.]