"Oh," Pheres breathes. Hinnom is sobbing behind him, and Riccin is still holding onto him. They've moved their grip from his horn to his shoulder, and there's an idea fermenting in the back of his pan. He just needs a few seconds to think...
He tears off the glasses and throws them to the ground. They're cheap: they hit the pavement and the thin glass lenses crack, and the sound is satisfying.
(He can't remember where Riccin got them, but he hopes they belonged to them.)
"Look at my eyes," he demands, his words sharp with contempt. Mentally, he can't help but echo the little maroonblood's words: they are stupid, so stupid. "Do these look like they're fucking regulation? Do you think a drone can tell the difference between - between psionics and daywalkers? Because I don't think they care!"
"They're going to take one gander at my stupid bulbs and then they're going to cull me, because it's better safe than sorry, and then Sipara's going to cull you."
His teeth are dull and flat, but his claws, he keeps filed and polished. Riccin is tall, but he already knows that he can reach their face: he steps forward, pulls his hand back and slaps them across the face, hard as he can, claws angled to catch the skin and rip.
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He tears off the glasses and throws them to the ground. They're cheap: they hit the pavement and the thin glass lenses crack, and the sound is satisfying.
(He can't remember where Riccin got them, but he hopes they belonged to them.)
"Look at my eyes," he demands, his words sharp with contempt. Mentally, he can't help but echo the little maroonblood's words: they are stupid, so stupid. "Do these look like they're fucking regulation? Do you think a drone can tell the difference between - between psionics and daywalkers? Because I don't think they care!"
"They're going to take one gander at my stupid bulbs and then they're going to cull me, because it's better safe than sorry, and then Sipara's going to cull you."
His teeth are dull and flat, but his claws, he keeps filed and polished. Riccin is tall, but he already knows that he can reach their face: he steps forward, pulls his hand back and slaps them across the face, hard as he can, claws angled to catch the skin and rip.