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He has a lot of emotions about his father and not a single one was positive.

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for muses that are getting to know each other

❝ what's your favorite color and why? ❞

❝ can i come with you? ❞

❝ you have a nice smile, has anyone ever told you that before? ❞

❝ how do you take your coffee? ❞

❝ sorry, what was your name again? ❞

❝ it just occurred to me i never asked you what your last name is. ❞

❝ actually we've met before. ❞

❝ i've heard a few things about you. ❞

❝ care to join me? ❞

❝ i'm not really sure why i trust you. ❞

❝ i don't usually talk this much, it just feels easy to say stuff when you're listening. ❞

❝ i know we don't know each other that well but if you wanna talk about it... ❞

❝ could you help me with something? ❞

❝ do you like it here? ❞

❝ are you new around here? ❞

❝ you can ask me anything you want. i promise i'll answer truthfully except the things i feel like lying about. ❞

❝ i don't mean to be too forward, you just seem like you could use a friend right now. ❞

❝ you can come with me. i mean if you don't have anyone waiting for you. ❞

❝ we're friends now. you can ask me for help. ❞

❝ do you like this music? i can change it. ❞

❝ what are your favorite snacks? ❞

❝ really? i wouldn't have guessed that about you. ❞

❝ do you mind if i ask about it? ❞

ACTIONS:

VISIT: for sender to go to receiver's home for the first time

VISITED: for receiver to go to sender's home for the first time

CRYING: for sender to see receiver cry for the first time

CRIED: for receiver to see sender cry for the first time

BEGIN: sender and receiver are on their first date together

TRIP: our muses go on a group trip but end up stuck together, away from the rest of their friends.

SITUATION: our muses are acquainted because one of them is their friend's roommate. muse a shows up when their friend isn't there and ends up hanging out with muse b one on one.

GO: our muses go to a zoo or theme park together and get lost.

INVITE: sender cooks for receiver for the first time

INVITED: receiver cooks for sender for the first time

TOGETHER: our muses spend the night for the first time

TRY: our muses hooked up and are hanging out the next day

COMFORT: sender is going through a break up and receiver offers to cheer them up

COMFORTED: receiver is going through a break up and sender offers to cheer them up

OFFER: sender gives receiver a ride to the airport/picks them up

OFERED: receiver gives sender a ride to the airport/picks them up

AID: sender helps receiver redecorate

AIDING: receiver helps sender redecorate

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What are you the patron saint of?

patron saint of lost faith

patron saint of leaving it by the roadside. patron saint of it slipping out of your fingers. patron saint of searching and searching. patron saint of yearning for it back. patron saint of scraping your fingers down to the bone trying to hold onto it. patron saint of losing it anyway. saint of lost faith. not the saint of getting it back.

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"I do pass for human quite easily in this form, I suppose."

Well, that wasn't quite the reaction he expected. A twinge of offense pangs in his chest. Was his heritage really that unbelievable? He expected fear, disgust maybe, or perhaps outright ignorance of what he spoke about. He wasn't sure what to do with doubt.

"Heh. I never acquired the taste, fortunately," Now there was the joke. One of the few crimes he was innocent of. The idea was rather... Unpleasant, but not entirely out of the realm of his abilities.

"But dragons eat much the same food as any human. Just with more intense preferences, I suppose. For example, I've met very few that can match my love of sweets."

Another spoonful of pudding. If he minded the questions, Rafal didn't let on. Joke or no joke.

"And you as well, Legato." Another nod and the ghost of a smile, as he selects another pudding.

"Hmm, right. I suppose I have just learned to not be so frivolous with violence." He shrugs, face pensive. While the thought of killing for candy was just a bit ridiculous, he wasn't ignorant to the fact others dolled death for little.

Taking a life for a sweet, and destroying the world to impress a man long dead. Staggeringly different magnitudes, but alike in how cruelly wasteful for little gain. Hm... Perhaps he was giving too much thought to it.

Meanwhile, he finished up his current plate. Leisurely, he glanced over the selection.

"How favorable for both of us! It wouldn't do for either of our blood to soil these treats." He jests in turn, settling on a small pudding. What a fascinating color...

"Rafal. Lord Rafalh if you care for titles. I do not, call me what you like. I am a Fell dragon." Rafal takes a spoonful of pudding. He remains silent for a moment, watching for Legato's reaction. Or lack there of.

It would be a shame to sour their meeting (again), but he deserved to be aware of the sort he was eating treats with.

"It is nice to make your acquaintance." He punctuates with a small nod of his head.

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Though focused on the task at hand... It was difficult not to be at least somewhat dazzled by the amazing display of magic and strength. He raises an arm to shield his face from the blast, and his eyes from the light. A transformation?! The familiar pangs of jealousy claw at him briefly. The absence of his Dragonstone still annoyed him. Mercifully, another attack draws his attention to the problem at hand. He cleaves one glitched down and readies for his next move.

"Are you challenging me? Now?" His voice was haughty, but his question genuine. What about his statement implied he wanted to brawl with him?! How absurd... And as loathe as he was to admit it, he was not fighting at top form. Yet, pride refuses to let him dismiss the challenge outright.

"I agree to us surviving this onslaught. We can discuss other terms after." He readies his axe for another strike, as more began to swarm.

"-Gh!" The bizarre sounds of that contraption (Rafal's phone) were not lost on him. Especially when the first of the Glitched he struck rebounded with increased ferocity. Its nails broke skin, but little more before his axe brought its death. What he thought to be a little errand run seems it will become quite the chore. How annoying.

Dislodging it from its last victim... He instinctually raises his axe to the man landing before him but relaxes when addressed. He can handle himself, but there was strength in numbers. The dragon huffs, readjusting his grip on his axe's handle.

"I hardly have much choice. I refuse to fall here! I'll rend them all if I must!" He asserts, confident. (Stubborn). He briefly marvels at the water 'magic' Childe seemingly conjured. Good, at least his ally could keep his own as well.

"Don't get in my way, and I won't get in yours. Good luck." With that he charges forth, swinging his axe down on the first glitch before him.

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"I suppose it would make coordinating chores and the like simpler," He grumbled. At least he can use that excuse to trick himself. Rafal had better sense than to throw advice back at someone he had wronged. It wasn't even bad advice. Just... a bit difficult.

Rafal's eyes widened at her assurance, surprised despite everything. After a moment, he bows his head in thanks. "I-... Thank you. I'm sure I will be as well, but I appreciate the offer."

"I believe I've taken enough of your time. If that is all your advice, I should be off... Thank you for listening to what I had to say."

"Pardon?"

No pardon needed to be begged. He knew what she said. And he frankly did not like the suggestion. He scowled, folding his arms.

"That was not quite the answer I was expecting. My social life was not my concern."

No, he was just being childish and stubborn. But how couldn't he? He didn't want nor deserve the company. And it's not as if he was shy when he needed to speak to someone.

With a sigh and shake of his head:

"Well, to answer... I am unsure if any others from my world are here. However, I do have a roommate. I don't believe I have much in common with him, but he does exist."

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"Information? What information does it ask for?" He asks while fishing into his pockets. Does he need to address it or give a physical description like he was sending a courier?

He turns it on, and instinctually clicks on the banking app. He clicks his tongue in annoyance, as he struggles to figure out how to click out of it. At least they could share in their confusion.

Eventually, he returns to the home screen, and takes in all the strange symbols. Worried another stray press will send him somewhere else he does not want to be.

"I wonder what else this is capable of? -Er, did you find it?"

"...They weren't the same. But their behavior reminded me eerily of them," he elaborates, guessing about her concerns. They felt different for lack of a better word. But they had that mindless, almost beast-like, violence about them. Corruptions of life. Honestly, he would keep this little incident to himself if it wasn't relevant to the mystery.

Rafal crosses his arms, careful to balance his bag.

"Weird device..." Everything involved with his arrival was 'weird'. However, Recognition clicks at the sight of the device. "Is that the... 'phone' I heard so much about?"

The word is utterly alien on his tongue. Was he even remembering the right word?

"I've just been using that as some sort of strange coin purse. So it can contact people as well? That is convenient. Yes, if you are ever in need, do not hesitate to call for my aid."

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"Yes, I understand... Now." He briefly puzzles how literal the title was, before dismissing the ridiculous thought. How would they even track which hen laid which egg?

"Not particularly. Of course, I must tolerate it at times for my nutrition." As much as he would love to, not even he can subsist exclusively on candy and fruit. Sugar does help, though.

Rafal blinks at the suggestion. Of which he clearly did not fully comprehend.

"That is true. However, I do not have servants to fetch me meals. I must do everything myself."

"A... Parent-child bowl?" Rafal repeats the unfamiliar sequence of words, visibly confused. Fortunately, the explanation cleared that up swiftly.

"What a strange term," he remarks. "Is that what the name means? It certainly sounds... Savory."

And certainly not to his tastes. He takes a few more bites of his disappointing curry.

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"Hmm, right. I suppose I have just learned to not be so frivolous with violence." He shrugs, face pensive. While the thought of killing for candy was just a bit ridiculous, he wasn't ignorant to the fact others dolled death for little.

Taking a life for a sweet, and destroying the world to impress a man long dead. Staggeringly different magnitudes, but alike in how cruelly wasteful for little gain. Hm... Perhaps he was giving too much thought to it.

Meanwhile, he finished up his current plate. Leisurely, he glanced over the selection.

"How favorable for both of us! It wouldn't do for either of our blood to soil these treats." He jests in turn, settling on a small pudding. What a fascinating color...

"Rafal. Lord Rafalh if you care for titles. I do not, call me what you like. I am a Fell dragon." Rafal takes a spoonful of pudding. He remains silent for a moment, watching for Legato's reaction. Or lack there of.

It would be a shame to sour their meeting (again), but he deserved to be aware of the sort he was eating treats with.

"It is nice to make your acquaintance." He punctuates with a small nod of his head.

"A… Gun?" He briefly puzzled over the unfamiliar word. Some sort of weapon, based on context. "Hm. Perhaps I am. They aren't so rare to kill over, as highly as I personally value them. The access and variety of my world pales in comparison to here, however. It's incredible."

Not to mention, getting into a fight risked the morsel getting damaged or destroyed. Such a staggering waste by all measures. He hopes it's just hyperbole.

"Hmph, of course. I already said I won't make the same mistake twice." He responds with a chuckle. Silly little boast, circumstances considering. He is, however, surprised by the offering. He blinks for a moment.

"You have my word. Our feud is null and void. Thank you." (His face wasn't that ridiculous, was it?)

Allies were indeed preferable to rivals. With a small smile, he nods and plucks the morsel with his fork. It tastes exactly as delicious as it looked. He couldn't help but smile.

"What is your name?"

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Due to his blaze Special abilities and access to Fire Breath "weapons" in Fire Emblem Heroes, I believe Rafal's mother was a member of the Fire Dragon Tribe. For Rafal this just means he's a walking space heater. Very warm fella.

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"Pardon?"

No pardon needed to be begged. He knew what she said. And he frankly did not like the suggestion. He scowled, folding his arms.

"That was not quite the answer I was expecting. My social life was not my concern."

No, he was just being childish and stubborn. But how couldn't he? He didn't want nor deserve the company. And it's not as if he was shy when he needed to speak to someone.

With a sigh and shake of his head:

"Well, to answer... I am unsure if any others from my world are here. However, I do have a roommate. I don't believe I have much in common with him, but he does exist."

"Hmph, How... Soft. Better than the alternative, I suppose."  He huffs, mostly to himself.  Being assisted.. No, having assistance thrust upon him. That always irked him, especially over something as trivial as adjusting to a new location... Though indeed, not the worst train of thought. 

Another little frustration to deal with.

"You are corporeal and lack a glow, unlike Emblems, but aside from that no. Not as far as I can gleam.  You look identical, and you seem to share her stubbornly kind nature." (Even if her advice was helpful, at times.) "Does that answer satisfy you?"

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"Is that so? How fortunate then." While willing and sure of his abilities, he was aware he was not enough to purge this city of hostiles. He is just one dragon in a very large city. And a city he knew nothing about.

Rafal continued to scan the area a moment longer, standing guard while the other relaxed. He also took a moment to check his weapon... What? Was it already starting to splinter? Piece of junk...

Huffing, he rests it on his shoulder again, choosing a lamp post to lean his back on. He kept his attention on the streets and alleyways. "Good." Was all Rafal responded at first, content to enjoy the rest in silence. However, after a couple of minutes:

"Where did you learn to fight?" he asks idly. He didn't care particularly but... He was a little curious about the other.

He huffs. Of course he'd never be deadweight. He has worked hard to get to this point. Some measly 'corrupted' was well within his abilities! He rests his weapon on his shoulder, scanning as they walk. It was basic but more than sufficient so long as he kept his wits about him.

"I see… That's that at least." He answers. He might as well figure out where those are in the event of an emergency… or in case they were in need of aid. A task for a later time.

"However, they'll be completely overrun if they refuse to strike them down." Rafal wonders… Were combatants really in that short of supply? No armies? Mercenaries? He supposes not every world is blessed with altruistic warriors and fools.

Must he do everything?

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To say he was inexperienced in affection was the understatement of the century. Where to put what limb where, and how much or little strength he put into it... It was foreign. He huffs.

"And let you weasel out of agreement? No, I'll fulfill my end of the bargain." If nothing else, he wasn't a quitter. It wasn't horrible, after all. Kind of... cozy.

"... Hm. I'm unsure if I should be impressed with your excess or not." Or perhaps offended his first cuddle was so quickly arranged?.. Hm. No. This was embarrassing enough.

He knew he had walked right into a trap. However, there was an odd sense of dread  that formed in his chest watching him leave to assemble the supplies. Pillows, blankets, all in a nice little nest.  

He is so stupid. 

He has little time to stew in his embarrassment and annoyance before getting tugged in. He is statue stiff as his mind processes... everything.  It's warm, not exactly unpleasant, but he doesn't like it either. It's... Awkward.  Too intimate for his tastes. He eventually 'reciprocates',  wrapping his arms around him, but he clearly has no idea where to put them or how tightly. 

Once the shock passes, all is left is... Mild annoyance.  "D-Did you really need to prepare so much for a simple cuddle?" He asks with a huff. "This is so excessive..."

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"...They weren't the same. But their behavior reminded me eerily of them," he elaborates, guessing about her concerns. They felt different for lack of a better word. But they had that mindless, almost beast-like, violence about them. Corruptions of life. Honestly, he would keep this little incident to himself if it wasn't relevant to the mystery.

Rafal crosses his arms, careful to balance his bag.

"Weird device..." Everything involved with his arrival was 'weird'. However, Recognition clicks at the sight of the device. "Is that the... 'phone' I heard so much about?"

The word is utterly alien on his tongue. Was he even remembering the right word?

"I've just been using that as some sort of strange coin purse. So it can contact people as well? That is convenient. Yes, if you are ever in need, do not hesitate to call for my aid."

"Hmm... Perhaps these inhibitors are not placed upon us, but around the city itself?" He taps his chin with his thumb, deep in thought. His knowledge of magic was tenuous at best, but with what he saw... That must be the only explanation for it. It's the only one that made sense.

"... When I arrived in this city, it was overrun with... Corrupted like entities. Some time later, the city is instantly transformed to how you see it: peaceful. Like nothing happened," he drops his hand. "That would demand immense control over a very large area."

"But that helps us little. It's exactly as you say. To their benefit, I suppose. Cowards." He clicks his tongue.

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"A... Parent-child bowl?" Rafal repeats the unfamiliar sequence of words, visibly confused. Fortunately, the explanation cleared that up swiftly.

"What a strange term," he remarks. "Is that what the name means? It certainly sounds... Savory."

And certainly not to his tastes. He takes a few more bites of his disappointing curry.

"Of course not," Rafal answers bluntly, almost confused by the question. He knows how not to overeat, please. "Do I look like a child? I know how to pace myself."

It didn't cross his mind that a (fell) dragon's intense flavor preferences would need any explanation.

He glances at the waitress, before turning his attention to his own meal. "What exactly is an… Oyakodon?"

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D R A G O N

ABC HEADCANON PROMPTS

[ D ] Does your muse drive ? How are they behind the wheel ?

Oh good heavens no, absolutely not. He's still getting used to the concept of cars. Unless a horse counts. He knows how to ride a horse, and a few flying mounts. He's also a decent flier, but not very practiced.

Hypothetically, he's a very safe, but low key road rage-y (road seethe-y?), Driver. His patience is constantly tested.

[ R ] In what ways does your muse show restraint ?

His crushing guilt and general wariness encourages him to push everyone as far away as possible. Speak harshly, try to make them hate him as much as he deserves and leave him to his brooding.

So his main way of show restraint these days is pushing through these isolating instincts to let people interact with him positively, or at least neutrally. And maybe even allow himself to enjoy these brief interactions.

[ A ] Does your muse give good advice ? On what subjects ?

He does not, and he does not claim to. After everything he's done, he is the last person to give advice.

However, perhaps some of his experiences could help others decide what not to do? Learn from his many, many mistakes.

[ G ] What is the best gift your muse has ever received ?

Welcome.

From Nil. From Nel. From the Divine dragon, and all their allies.

No matter how much he doesn't deserve it, How much he didn't necessarily want it, or even how annoying some can be in offering it, the welcome shown him is a far finer gift than anything he's ever had, or been given since. No candy or gold comes close.

[ O ]Is your muse afraid of getting old ? How do they view aging ?

Age is very different for Dragons than humans. It will likely take him many millennia before he could be anything resembling Elderly. Not to mention that he would likely die long before that point, after sacrificing so much his life energy to Nel.

Thus, it is the thing he fears the least in the entire world. It is simply not relevant to him.

For others... He's been very distant to humans for much of his life, so their comparatively microscopic lifespan has only recently came as any concern. The thought of all he knows aging and dying one day leaves him... Resigned perhaps. There is nothing to be done.

[ N ] What does your muse take note of when meeting people ?

It's strength. Prowess in combat. It's a very old habit, born out survival and jealousy, kept now out of practicality. When at war, you need to know what both your allies and enemies are capable of if you want to survive. Above everything it's what he notices first.

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"Yes, that is what they are for. So you don't soil a perfectly good cake." He shakes his head and takes a few quick bites. nom nom. Not sweet enough, but still good. "Indeed." He says with a haughty huff.

Well, there is quite a bit of color now. It was an excuse, but it does look nicer now. He gives a very heavy squint at Tidus manhandling a slice with his bare hands.

"At least use a napkin," Rafal scolds with a defeated sigh. "I shall."

He grabs a plate and fork, using the latter to transfer a slice over to the former.