( Just like that, he claps his hands (unnecessary, but a nice mood break) and the same sort of silvered light coalesces over his forehead and hair and behind him, leaving his two horns with their branched tines and his tail, swooshing for dramatic effect, once more visible and keeping him fully modest as the Lans usually intended, extenuating circumstances aside. Jingyi grins, because of all things, this isn't quite flustered Inigo anymore.

He could help himself, but he doesn't, when he does step closer to reach out and try to ruffle Inigo's hair. )

Then I won't hide it, I won't hide it, promise. Not around you.

( There are still reasons and reasons he might need to. Diagad had been one, even after he realised the falseness of his memories; stopping the charade when the world illusion was collapsing was easy, but he'd been calculating that whole time, even in a city of potentially odd looking 'heroes.' The ones who 'thought' they knew him would find it remarkable.

When he's used to a practical reality, and had made that call early on when it came to whatever face he wanted to show the train? He adapts as he must. Besides, he doesn't even think he can cheat with his tail, if it were ever more than a joke in the first place. )

We'll get this moved for you, right? Then you'll have fun with it. That's the point in the end, isn't it? You have fun, people have fun, and it doesn't need to make any more sense than that.

( This is his roundabout logic for the karaoke machine he, er, accidentally breaks Jake Peralta's heart being too honest about. Anyway. )