( blinking his eyes. don’t be mean to him. he might start crying. )

…is it bad that i find that a bit endearing, actually? i’m quite an emotional man, myself.

…now, i wouldn’t say that. 💧

there’s something *profoundly* attractive about a man in touch with his emotions!

i mean, really, when you look at it, dragon-type specialists *do* tend to take the cake in terms of their attractiveness. lance, clair, drake, drayden, raihan, hassel… even madam drasna—even though i’ve never met her, she has a warm charm about her! she seems marvellously charismatic.

I. WH. *HEY.*

exactly! the fact that he’s quite possibly one of the most *attractive* trainers i’ve ever *personally* seen should be no surprise to anyone. especially considering my stance on dragon-types as a whole…

i— i have very little to add to this topic of conversation, so. i think i’ll keep my mouth shut.

oh, goodness! when *i* was twenty-five… …i was very similar to now, actually. twenty-five isn’t too far behind me. 💧

most certainly! i’d argue that it’s always needed, of course. 🎶 ( looming over her, but not menacingly—he’s blinking down at her with the most delighted smile, as if he’s holding back the yapping spree of a lifetime. )

oh—! ✨ ( waving delightedly. there’s his girl. )

ah—there’s miss silky. ✨ … i hope she didn’t hear me call her that. she hates when i call her *miss.*

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ah, he’s so brave… 💭

( peering out from behind the nearest wall. )

every time i leave this app, a certain someone can’t help but stir up a certain something. 💧 it gets to a point, you know…

( EVERYTHING has fallen out of his hands. he is SCRAMBLING to pick everything up. )

They’re about to report that boy’s waist as a missing person.

( do NOT look respectfully, silky. oliver’s eyes flutter slightly, a sheepish smile settling on his face. ) ah—! well, i—thank you, silky, i certainly tried. ✨

…i’m afraid i have no excuse for this one. 💧 please just be nice to me, alright? [ #ptrp x #SeductiveSunday ]

hm…sunday again. 💭

ah—the swanna migration, you say! ✨ i’ve always wanted to see one of those, but they’re awful far away compared to where i stay.

oh—! ( his head tilts back to glance at nakahto as the arcanine man looms over his shoulder, a small hum slipping past his lips. ) ah—just your typical fantasy story, honestly. a hero gathering companions to defend his village from an unwieldy dragon…cliché, but absolutely nostalgic.

( sitting down comfortably on the floor with a book. he’s not getting up anytime soon; not with a sleeping appletun in his lap, anyway. )

wah—! ( gasping, startled—before visibly relaxing at the sight of voyd. it could’ve been *much* worse. ) oh—maidin mhaith to ya’, voyd. what brings ye’ here so early?

( …slooooooowly laying back down in bed. )

( sitting up with a start. who gors there. )

aha—no, please, you’re fine! there’s no need to worry about that, silky, honestly. ✨

( it’s shocking how quickly such a statement makes his blood run cold. ) …of course. 💧

ah—! apologies, m—silky. my mistake. 💧

( feebly wrapping his hands around his own throat in disbelief—he’s not even *looking* at proton. how absurd! …no one tell proton how red his face is at the prospect. 💧 )

… it’s, uh. lovely weather we’re having, isn’t it, miss silky.

… hello, silky.

how did he kn— AHT. *NO.*

A COL—?! HEY. HEY. *HEY. HANG ON.* A *WHAT?*

ah—better than the last couple of days, silky, certainly. *much* needed, as well.

now what on *god’s* green earth have i missed?

it certainly has! thank you, my love.

ooc! you’ll never believe who’s also been sick

sorry for not being around recently, my dear friends! i’ve been terribly sick lately. 💧 i woke up this morning with a bit of a headache, but otherwise, i’m starting to improve!

( oh, his saviour, silky…whatever would he do without her? another pitiful “ah-chooh,” and he’s sitting on the couch, currently curled up in a tightly-blanketed ball. )

( a meek nod, his eyes glimmering with gratitude; lance's kindness will certainly not go unnoticed. he pulls his blanket further around himself, sighing softly. ) mhm...thank you. 💧

ha—hhah—ha-*chooh!* ( uuuughhhh. oliver's sick, it seems—he's all wrapped up in a blanket, trying to sweat this fever out. )

( gently covering his face to hide just how red his cheeks have gotten. he really needs to stop doing that. ) i…aha. i see, madam. you’re just…so…ah. ✨

i…suppose i’ve never thought of it that way—b-but it’d be horribly indecent to just—go *naked!* i quite prefer my clothes… ( nakahto’s state of dress is really making points, however. do *not* stare at his tits, oliver. you’re better than this. you’re better than this. do *not.* )

oh—! my…my *figure,* is it…? ( red in the face already. poor boy… )

just! we don’t want anyone to get the wrong impression.

professor… 💭

please reconsider the adjectives you use.

( do NOT wiggle. you’re going to send him into the nth dimension, silky, please. ) oh, *god,* you—you would be surprised, madam, truly…