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"No, no, make my biceps bigger. I gotta look impressive, you know?”
Chase frowned, lifting his brush from the illustrated scroll he’d been working on for the past several days. “Dashi, I hardly think that the students of the future will care about the size of your biceps, and in the interest of historical accuracy-“
"Accuracy, schmaccuracy." Dashi slammed a hand down on the half-finished parchment, narrowly avoiding the freshly-laid ink. "Nobody’s going to care about how accurate this is. All they’ll care about is how cool and grandmasterly I look! So bulk up those biceps. Actually," he lifted a hand to his chin, rubbing it in contemplation, "…yeah, take my shirt off. This scene would look about ten times better if I was shirtless."
"…Shirtless."
"Yep!"
"Dashi…" Chase began, but then thought better of it. He sighed. "Very well. I’ll get right on that."
"Great!" Dashi beamed. "I’m gonna be right back, Dojo and I are hiding the Ring of Nine Dragons today." He pranced out of the room, acting more like an excitable child than a Xiaolin Dragon. Chase watched him go and sighed again, half-exasperation and half-fondness.
"I can always change it back later," he assured himself, and returned to his work.