[Hakkai shifts his hand to tap a fingertip against the three metal cuffs spaced along the shell of his left ear. One, two, three: his nails are trimmed short, and don't ring against the metal, but he still feels its chill. It's partly physical and partly -- not. Their magic has a chill of its own, dulling his perceptions and his power.]
It's more tiring to put them back on. When they're off, I look youkai.
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[Hakkai shifts his hand to tap a fingertip against the three metal cuffs spaced along the shell of his left ear. One, two, three: his nails are trimmed short, and don't ring against the metal, but he still feels its chill. It's partly physical and partly -- not. Their magic has a chill of its own, dulling his perceptions and his power.]
It's more tiring to put them back on. When they're off, I look youkai.