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[ryuujin]

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The young man's lashes flutter with a softened, drowsy gaze. It's those very same lashes that had gotten a hold of Ryuujin's attention in the first place. They looked so long and pretty when at rest and now they frame an enchanting pair of warm browns bathed in the wintry, afternoon sun.

Had he been gifted with the same powers as his father's, Ryuujin would have loved to tap into the mortal's dreams— find that essence of peace and tranquility that has the young man at a restful stillness. He almost feels bad for waking him. Almost. But dusting petals on the chorus of green tresses is an irresistible urge similar to watching him sleep.

They simply look so nice and cute on the young man's hair and it's with immense disappointment that he now sees a few of them spilling onto the opened book.

"Dreaming of flowers, you say? Is it not too far a fetch to assume the flowers from your world bring you a warm sense of comfort?"

[kleinstar]

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If Eiden had any expectations this wasn't it. Going down to massive hole in the middle of the city and somehow you find yourself in a jungle that seems like it's going through the worst season in terms of heat. It's only been a while and his shirt's already sticking onto the skin.

He supposes this is where he should be putting all those lessons of survival with certain someone in use but the heat is boiling the braincells he'd use for that if he still has any.

One thing though...

" I think... Before anything else... "

" You think there's any clean water nearby...? "

He can't overstate how relieved he is still to not be alone.

[hierichc]

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It's only been the first day here, but already Prometheus has found himself seated at a park bench with his journal out. He's been writing, and as he does so, Moondust has draped himself over the Tiefling's right antler. His tail flicks against the curled horn below lazily. Prometheus is grateful that those who brought him here allowed him to at least have Moondust to keep him company. He places his pen down between his journal and closes the book.

When he leans his back against the bench, Moondust stirs in his relaxed position. He rolls on his back, allowing the sun to beam down on his stomach. However, the position doesn't last long when Moondust abruptly gets up and curls himself around Prometheus' horns. The Pseudodragon watches with sharp eyes at the one approaching and the Tiefling's golden ones follow, meeting those kind eyes. He nods his head in greeting.