[No dragon could ever compare to Morgana, but he's got to have the experience of something insane that no one should keep as a pet.]
[He recoils his hand when brushed off, breathing a faint laugh that shakes his shoulders, dusting the ground around him in a faint coating of flour. He lets his hand trail to Akechi's wrist where he dusts at him but doesn't quite touch him again, leaving his fingers outstretched toward him.] ...guys by the windmill. Shenanigans. You're real, [The last part leaves him before he thinks better of it, his tone horribly quiet but doing nothing to hide the bubble of emotion he can't quite name compressing his lungs.]
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[He recoils his hand when brushed off, breathing a faint laugh that shakes his shoulders, dusting the ground around him in a faint coating of flour. He lets his hand trail to Akechi's wrist where he dusts at him but doesn't quite touch him again, leaving his fingers outstretched toward him.] ...guys by the windmill. Shenanigans. You're real, [The last part leaves him before he thinks better of it, his tone horribly quiet but doing nothing to hide the bubble of emotion he can't quite name compressing his lungs.]