There's a pang of interest at those words. The least of his worries in the terms of being creepy... What else would he do, was he willing to do, did he want to? And why the fuck was he caring... Summoner's eyes slim, snarling a bit, mostly at himself, but it looks to be directed to the Highblood.
The club swings, he dodges in a rush, then again, another dodge, then a third time, dodging once more. All the dodging doesn't really leave a spot in to attack him right now though, but at least those killer hits don't hit him. Summoner chuckles during the play, and soon flies up fast, wings opening wide to catch him and keep him up there.
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There's a pang of interest at those words. The least of his worries in the terms of being creepy... What else would he do, was he willing to do, did he want to? And why the fuck was he caring... Summoner's eyes slim, snarling a bit, mostly at himself, but it looks to be directed to the Highblood.
The club swings, he dodges in a rush, then again, another dodge, then a third time, dodging once more. All the dodging doesn't really leave a spot in to attack him right now though, but at least those killer hits don't hit him. Summoner chuckles during the play, and soon flies up fast, wings opening wide to catch him and keep him up there.
"Waiting? Aww, that's uh- really pretty sweet actually."