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Okay, seriously? You need to relax.

I know you hate being ill and there's a butt load of tags you need to answer in your inbox, but they can wait. You need to rest, especially if you're going to have fun times with your friend next weekend.

Urgh, listen to me being the responsible adult here. [Starts rubbing her temples.] I'm beginning to think all that time with Uncle Glad and every other parental figure you keep trying to throw at me is finally starting to rub off.
Just answer the tags that come easiest to you and get to the others when you feel like it, Your friends aren't going to disown you just because you've been sick this week.

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They may not attempt to disown them, though that may not keep them from placing your mundane in quarantine until they are well again. But it is as you said, rest helps to make an unwell body strong once more.

[Okay, this guy definitely needs a coat or a shirt or something because...seriously all this manliness is just a tad too much for the kid.]

Speaking of unwell body's...you might wanna put a shirt on. I'd hate for you to poke anyone's eye out.

[Conan could, indeed, put on something more concealing, should the need arise. Or if he finds himself enough coin for armor. But really with as warm as the temperatures have been, the Cimmerian sees no reason to add to his encumborment, or put on layers that could only add to the heat.

In short, even a hunk like him can overheat.]

Oh? I'm certain that my body is quite well as it is. But if you insist. [Well he also doesn't really want to make the young lady truly uncomfortable. So he goes ahead and produces a jacket of leather and mail and places it on his body. Though the armor is fitted so well that it would still show hints of muscle. But hey, look, no man boobs!]

Is this more to your liking?

Y-Yeah, Much better. Sorry.

[Man pecs are just a tad overwhelming for her. Perhaps once she's a little older and settles down with someone it won't be as much as a weird thing for her to come across but she's used to people wearing a little more.]

Saft, by the way.

[Let's start this over, perhaps an attempt of an introduction might clear things up.]

What is there to apologize about, silly girl? [His heavy eyes shone with signs of mirth at the girl who was so easily flustered in return.]

And I am Conan.

Conan.

[She brushes some bangs behind her ears and gives a tiny bit of a smile.] So uh...what's your world like?

[One dark brow lifted itself at the question. Of all the things to ask or speak of she chose that one? Well he didn't really care one way or another. The large man couldn't really say that he's ever made much thought towards describing where he lives, well not until most recently when people have suddenly become interested in it.]

It is a hard world, filled with monstrosities and men who squabble over land in petty feuds. It is no place for these so-called "modern people".

[Monstrosities huh?]

...And what exactly would you class as a monster?

[Just say "dragon" she freaking dares you.]

I have seen many that would classify as a monstrosity. Both man and beast, but the worst are those that are both, but neither. [His brow looked troubled now as he pulled up an unpleasant memory. He's faced dragons and giant reptiles before, but they weren't exactly the worst that he's encountered.

Those that are capable of horrific acts that would put the worst of the world to shame, capable of ripping a man in half, or dashing against some rocks with minimal effort.

[Oh dear, that doesn't exactly bide well for her - but hey maybe this isn't such a bad thing. If she can show Conan that being both half and half can be a good thing then maybe he won't have a completely negative view on them!]

This world you come from sounds kind of scary. Maybe a little like mine.. but the monsters where you come from actually sound as if they're capable of alot of bad stuff.

[We will just have to wish her the best of luck with that then. Minds such as his are not so easily sauce from one course to another, that usually takes some form of a trigger or need for the change. Either way he let out a grunt in response.]

They are capable of much, yes. But steel can still topple the strongest mountain, when wielded by proper hands. So to do bad men, misshapen monsters, and occasionally, bad habits.

But not all monsters are actually monsters right? Like, there has to be one or two say..."dragons" that are friendly, aren't there?

I have never met any beasts or monsters, that do not simply heed their base instincts alone.

...But what if I told you you had?

And she really doesn't like being referred to as either of those things?

[Conan just gave a heavy sigh in response. Of course he had to come across another who is capable of witchcraft.]

Then she had best be careful in presence. I do not tolerate those who would hide their nature, less so by foul magic.

Alright then, I won't hide.

If you want to see the other me then that's fine. But what you need to understand, Conan that unlike other dragons who use magic to hide about in human form...I actually have human blood in me.

So as far as I'm concerned I'm not hiding anything. What you see is what you get.

I have yet to meet a dragon that is capable of hiding as a human. Or at least, not without the aid of a Mage. Most seem to prefer keeping to their treasure hoards.

[Dark eyes looked her over for a moment.]

Though there is indeed a first for most things.

Okay, first of all where I come from Dragons don't have hoards...well unless you're my grand-uncle. You should see his collection of books.

Dragons have this need to have a purpose. And once they find it they thrive on it. It's super rare they have actual hoards of gold or anything like that.

...I'm actually kind of still searching for mine.

Second of all, if you keep gazing at me like that I'm gonna get peeved. It's not like I'm going to try and eat you or something. [She huffs.] ...It's sad that so many people have all this misconceptions about what we actually do.

All manner of creatures I have met have guarded a horde of some sort with a jealous greed that would almost rival that of a merchant with his treasures.

[Then at her request he just kind of, well raises an eyebrow.]

Look at you like what? [This is kind of his default look.]

Edited 2015-08-19 05:11 (UTC)

Like I just set fire to your shoes or something...

There's a thing called "smiling" ever hear of it?

Edited 2015-08-19 08:44 (UTC)

I am aware of such a thing, yes.

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