Ah, so you do have a brain in there. [A clawed hand settles carefully in Akira's hair, drumming his sharp fingertips against his scalp. He considered taking the gloves off, so he didn't cause undue injury, but at the same time it was a bit of a test for his own control and limits, to keep them on and ensure he didn't shred Joker to ribbons unwittingly.]
[And that control is verily tested when Akira chooses to lick a stripe up his thigh to his hip, his other hand balling into a fist that makes an odd popping sound when the ends of his claws pop through the palm of the glove to keep the one embedded in Akira's hair still. He rolls onto his toes, the muscles in his thighs tensing, and then relaxes, standing flat on his heels again.] Stand back up, if I want you on your knees I'll put you there. [He pulls, just a little, on his hair.]
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[And that control is verily tested when Akira chooses to lick a stripe up his thigh to his hip, his other hand balling into a fist that makes an odd popping sound when the ends of his claws pop through the palm of the glove to keep the one embedded in Akira's hair still. He rolls onto his toes, the muscles in his thighs tensing, and then relaxes, standing flat on his heels again.] Stand back up, if I want you on your knees I'll put you there. [He pulls, just a little, on his hair.]