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There's only one thing that's best to be done after an adventure quest — a cold and soothing bath by the river. Ramuda, with his dragon instincts honed by years of being an adventurer, already knows the best and hidden spots of the river closest to his abode. Feared by the adventurers (due to the dragon that no one would expect to be Ramuda), almost no one comes to this spot so Ramuda is so confident about his privacy and proceeds to slip out of his onesie.
Letting the sun shine down on his crystalline scales, Ramuda folds his clothes to one side of the banks where the water won't reach it and finally dips into the waters. He stretches his wings, translucent and almost invisible the moment it soaks deep in the current.
Feeling the dirt and grime slowly part from his skin and scales, Ramuda contentedly closes his eyes and lets his mind relax.
Ramuda's senses as a century old dragon is impeccable. No one can come close to him even in his vulnerable state. At least someone who's not twice his age and definitely not holding a power equal to his own.
He fails to notice a pair of azure eyes looking from the tall bushes, tracing each and every scale with their gaze. Jakurai, a maoh presiding over the lands of Shinjuku holds his breath, careful not to make any noise as he picks his clothes up.
The little dragon is wrong if he thinks he's the only one who knows this spot. Jakurai too, in search of a place to bathe outside his domain, knows this area.
At the most unfortunate of times, Jakurai has chosen this place to wash away the swear he accumulated from walking on his farmlands near the boundary of Shinjuku and Shibuya for an inspection. Just as he's leaving, Ramuda arrives and he's forced to hide in the bushes before the pretty creature spots him.
The Maoh knows he has to flee while the other is sleeping but he can't take his eyes off the most beautiful creature he's seen. He's vaguely aware of the fighting prowess that belongs to the 'young' adventurer from the opposing lands but never did he expect that he is actually a legendary creature with scales and wings akin to precious gems.
He takes a breath too loud, blinks a bit too long and the creature is gone. Unable to look around for him, a sharpened talon has been placed near his neck that will surely dig deep in his flesh if he dares move.
"Ooh, no one told me that the Maoh is a peeping tom~" the Dragon whispers, soft and playful but dangerous. "Why are you here, Ja-ku-rai?"
"This place is a wonderful spot to cleanse and you came just as I was leaving and so—"
"You decided not to leave and watch me bathe instead?" The other snickers, eyes flickering on the body Jakurai is yet to cover. "Naughty, naughty~"
The talons leave his neck and Jakurai spots Ramuda walking away and back to the river. "Looks like you're sweaty again. Come'ere, let's bathe together!"
Such an enticing and interesting invitation, Jakurai just can't let it pass.