The four-armed muscleman’s eyes lit up with awe as the gigantic dinosaur complimented him, even if he stuttered quite a bit. Regardless, combined with the accent[?], Tatsuo heard him loud and clear. Bewildered by Clarke’s size at first, once the compliment sunk in, Tatsuo rested his knuckles on his sides in a powerful, pride-fueled pose, smiling brightly under his helmet.
“Guohohoho!,” started Tatsuo with a hearty laugh, “Cool you say? You think I’m cool do ya?” At that, the bladed hybrid struck a self-flattering Atlas-esque posture, envisioning himself under a spotlight while his compatriots winced in the corner from behind.
“‘Course, you’re quite a sight yourself! Befitting of other drakes! And don’t get me started on your stature! HAH! I feel like we’ll get along just fine!” At least he didn’t keep the flattery ALL to himself...
Meanwhile, both Renshu AND Jirou side-eyed the overzealous display. While Jirou made ‘lowering’ motions with his hands as if to tell Tatsuo to tone it back, Renshu used his silence and chalkboard to his unnoticed advantage, raising up for Clarke to see from the side, unsure if he can really see or read it:
[”Yes, he is like this. And this is coming from someone who hasn’t been with him anywhere nearly as long as Jirou has.”]
Oblivious, Tatsuo just smirked back up at Clarke with a thumbs-up.
“Always up for a good bit o’ small talk and admiring the hard work of others! Given how big and tough ya look, I can tell you’re a man that values himself highly in some way! GUOHOHO! Keep it up!”
How optimistic... and observant...?
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