[Clambering off, he notices with a frown how stiff his legs were and bends over to rub at them. The awkward heaviness on his head reminds him and he quickly reaches up to unbuckle the helmet, letting it fall down to the ground uncaringly.
His hair was limp.
Before answering Malik, he focused a little of his energy into trying to spike it back up again, running his hands through his hair to get rid of the odd impotence of the spikes. What a pain! Helmets were more trouble than they were worth.
The wing-like protrusions of his hair were particularly reluctant to spike back up at first, and at last he gave up on them.]
It was a joke, Malik. Don't worry... I don't expect anything like romance from you.
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His hair was limp.
Before answering Malik, he focused a little of his energy into trying to spike it back up again, running his hands through his hair to get rid of the odd impotence of the spikes. What a pain! Helmets were more trouble than they were worth.
The wing-like protrusions of his hair were particularly reluctant to spike back up at first, and at last he gave up on them.]
It was a joke, Malik. Don't worry... I don't expect anything like romance from you.
[His tone is more amused than chiding.]