No, it really isn't. There is no feeling that even compares to cutting through the skies on your own wings, from the sweat of your own brow. None at all. It's just as good as it is in dreams, but real.
Hiruma chuckles, amused at Trowa's reaction, but knows not to push it too much. If he's strong enough to push flatware into a wall with no problem, he's more than strong enough to swat Hiruma down and break him into a million pieces. "Sure, sure. What do my hands smell like then~?"
And oh, he's watching that tail. Making sure he doesn't have any limbs near it. He likes them all in place and not sliced to ribbons.
HOW SAD :(
No, it really isn't. There is no feeling that even compares to cutting through the skies on your own wings, from the sweat of your own brow. None at all. It's just as good as it is in dreams, but real.
Hiruma chuckles, amused at Trowa's reaction, but knows not to push it too much. If he's strong enough to push flatware into a wall with no problem, he's more than strong enough to swat Hiruma down and break him into a million pieces. "Sure, sure. What do my hands smell like then~?"
And oh, he's watching that tail. Making sure he doesn't have any limbs near it. He likes them all in place and not sliced to ribbons.