[It is, and it's a question that Yukio carefully considers. His tail flicks behind him, the tufted end flopping back and forth once. Limbs, intact. Senses, also intact, as far as he can tell. Even his enhanced range of vision is working, a 360 degree sense of peripheral awareness from the tiny eyes dotted across his skin.]
No, I don't think so. [his tongue flicks out from between his fangs again as he considers.]
no subject
No, I don't think so. [his tongue flicks out from between his fangs again as he considers.]
Do you?