The instant he felt hands on him, Seto tensed and lifted his head, letting out an inhuman snort as he sought the source of the touch--
--and immediately swiped at the human with his talons, which were less dangerous than usual while he was in human form.
"Don't touch me!" he snarls, before trying to get on all fours and realizing how incredibly off-balanced he was compared to the usual--he expected to be a dragon, not a humanoid monstrosity! Even once he's recognized the human, he doesn't relax, but there's a glimmer of recognition in his eyes nonethless.
If he puts any stock into his state of dress, he certainly doesn't mention it. Dragons don't wear clothing--at best, they wear accessories, and he hasn't got anything but a string of pearls hanging loosely around one arm, barely staying in place on such a wiry limb.
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--and immediately swiped at the human with his talons, which were less dangerous than usual while he was in human form.
"Don't touch me!" he snarls, before trying to get on all fours and realizing how incredibly off-balanced he was compared to the usual--he expected to be a dragon, not a humanoid monstrosity! Even once he's recognized the human, he doesn't relax, but there's a glimmer of recognition in his eyes nonethless.
If he puts any stock into his state of dress, he certainly doesn't mention it. Dragons don't wear clothing--at best, they wear accessories, and he hasn't got anything but a string of pearls hanging loosely around one arm, barely staying in place on such a wiry limb.