[Cole doesn't move away yet, bristling and growling when Red Son doesn't and then lapsing into a susspicious calm and listening.
He raises his other hand to his mouth, the motion revealing a familiar set of little crisscrossing scars around his wrist. He finally opens his mouth and Cin tumbles onto his open palm. But his eyes stay trained of Red Son, just in case.]
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He raises his other hand to his mouth, the motion revealing a familiar set of little crisscrossing scars around his wrist. He finally opens his mouth and Cin tumbles onto his open palm. But his eyes stay trained of Red Son, just in case.]
Quil!