Hemin
If you forget to breathe...
Hemin held his hands out toward Amun, palms facing outward as if to praise him. "Why would I defer to just anybody? Besides! Of course you deserve it. You've been blessed by the Voice herself, tamed an elusive Landpup, and you have a guild under your belt! Don't deflect, my brother." He stepped closer to Amun and placed a good natured hand on his shoulder, squeezing it firmly.
"You're the dragon's scales." He said with an extra oomph of gusto. Then came the reprimand from Amun about his attempt at murder. Again. Which Hemin rolled his eyes at. That part, was maybe not so dragony.
"You know me, Amun. Since when have I ever been smooth? Besides, how was I supposed to know you were sentimental towards the creature? It was biting your hand! And you don't seem the type." He took his hand off Amun's shoulder just in case he'd try breaking off his fingers like he promised.
"You're the dragon's scales." He said with an extra oomph of gusto. Then came the reprimand from Amun about his attempt at murder. Again. Which Hemin rolled his eyes at. That part, was maybe not so dragony.
"You know me, Amun. Since when have I ever been smooth? Besides, how was I supposed to know you were sentimental towards the creature? It was biting your hand! And you don't seem the type." He took his hand off Amun's shoulder just in case he'd try breaking off his fingers like he promised.
I may not be there to remind you.
