@corruptismori
—— Don’t mess with my plants.
Someone’s a bit overprotective of their fauna. A shit-eating grin spreads across Dracien’s face, his eyes sparkling with mischief, and he steps just one centimeter closer to the garden, keeping his gaze locked on the dragon all the while. “Oh~ You growing something special?” The elf teases with a soft laugh, moving an entire step closer this time, and he leans against a tree to cross his arms and cast a glance at the plants. “You’re a shit gardener.”
Rolling his eyes, he pushes away from the tree only to turn and climb it, making his way up high enough to see the garden as much as possible. Humming as per usual when he wanted to keep the dragon’s attention on him, he makes his way out along a branch to perch at its end, far closer to the plants than he’d ever bothered before but still technically not a threat — in his eyes, at least.
“Some of those are dying. I can save them if you let me~”










