[ Oh that did it alright. He wasn't going to put him down either. Not in a way that Aether with a clear conscience would like. But rather than just ram him into the nearest wall while still on his back, he audibly snarls as he suddenly lets go of the blond's thighs, jerking around in a bid to get him towards his front. If he succeeds at that? Then he'll proceed to press Aether up against the cold, hard wall of the alleyway, holding him there with a hold on his waist as his clawlike nails dig at the taut, toned muscle of the smaller man's waist. ]
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What's...
[ What's happening to him...? ]