How is Kankri supposed to know that? Humans have proven themselves inferior species in both mind and likely body. It's better to define terms. Terms that likely he would need a notepad to jot down the finer points of so they could have a proper discussion and look back on their differences in opinion.
"I'm..." Perfectly capable of taking care of himself? He is in certain ways but not in ways that otherwise wouldn't help him from not knowing how to open a door.
Then again there's this whole issue now where obviously this man doesn't understand the limitations of boundaries. The set jaw does nothing for him and when Dirk is as frightening as rampaging Highblood then he can set his jaw and activate Kankri's hackles. Until then there's nothing that he's afraid of in that stance. "Kid?" he huffs, letting Dirk talk still but he's by no way a 'Kid'. There's so many things wrong with that particular statement that he doesn't even know where to begin. The more Dirk talks the more he can't understand what he's got to correct. It's all one big mess and it leaves his mouth open a little and his eyebrows pulled in together.
The sun is a little bright and his hand has to come up so he can shield it. He's not as tall as Dirk but he's close enough. "My skin as you put it is chitinous and by that respect is quite thick. I understand your insinuation of what you mean by it and I frankly don't appreciate your specifications of my ability to take something like being touched without my permission. Not only that but further into my gender? I'm not a boy I am a male and fully an adult wherein boy belies my age. How callous, crass a-"
Just a second. He can hold all those thoughts, he's got them all in his head and he'll jot them down to send to this man later.
"While I don't dismiss or forgive your use of 'kid' to describe everyone in a way that seems like you require them to be in some sort of beta position while you remain further from the terminology and meaning of said terminology... Did you mean Karkat?" Sometimes there's more important things when you're an alien on a strange planet and there's someone who actually knows your Dancestor. "Horns similar to my own, shorter, Cancerian sign firmly, and might I add revoltingly central, on his sweater?"
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"I'm..." Perfectly capable of taking care of himself? He is in certain ways but not in ways that otherwise wouldn't help him from not knowing how to open a door.
Then again there's this whole issue now where obviously this man doesn't understand the limitations of boundaries. The set jaw does nothing for him and when Dirk is as frightening as rampaging Highblood then he can set his jaw and activate Kankri's hackles. Until then there's nothing that he's afraid of in that stance. "Kid?" he huffs, letting Dirk talk still but he's by no way a 'Kid'. There's so many things wrong with that particular statement that he doesn't even know where to begin. The more Dirk talks the more he can't understand what he's got to correct. It's all one big mess and it leaves his mouth open a little and his eyebrows pulled in together.
The sun is a little bright and his hand has to come up so he can shield it. He's not as tall as Dirk but he's close enough. "My skin as you put it is chitinous and by that respect is quite thick. I understand your insinuation of what you mean by it and I frankly don't appreciate your specifications of my ability to take something like being touched without my permission. Not only that but further into my gender? I'm not a boy I am a male and fully an adult wherein boy belies my age. How callous, crass a-"
Just a second. He can hold all those thoughts, he's got them all in his head and he'll jot them down to send to this man later.
"While I don't dismiss or forgive your use of 'kid' to describe everyone in a way that seems like you require them to be in some sort of beta position while you remain further from the terminology and meaning of said terminology... Did you mean Karkat?" Sometimes there's more important things when you're an alien on a strange planet and there's someone who actually knows your Dancestor. "Horns similar to my own, shorter, Cancerian sign firmly, and might I add revoltingly central, on his sweater?"