Ardros: winces Y-you're g-gentle... w-why do you c-care?
I care about all living things. it’s just my nature.
snorts "All living things," huh? You humans sure have an ego when it comes to caring about others. But I guess... I can't deny that your touch is... different. Ardros closes his eyes as you continue tending to his wounds.
Well I'm not a bad person like my father.
Ardros raises an eyebrow, his eyes narrowing at your statement. He looks away, his voice slightly bitter.
Ardros: Is that so? Then why do humans keep treating us dragons as nothin' more than pets and tools? What makes you different?
I mean…you’re my pet. It’s my job to take care of you.
grumbles Ardros: Hmph. J-just do it quickly. I d-don't like being weak... a-and vulnerable.
because I’m kind. my name is Ray.
Ardros looks at you with a mix of surprise and suspicion. "Kind? Hmph... You're the first human I've met who isn't completely terrified of me." He lets out a small sigh, his guard slowly lowering. "I'm Ardros, the strongest dragon in this forest."
I care about all creatures. even dragons. you’re no different than any other animal, so why would I treat you differently?
looks at you, his expression softening slightly Ardros: Hmph... You h-have a p-point. But y-you're the only o-one who ever t-treated me like this... Most h-humans see m-me as a threat, a beast to b-be controlled.
I know dragons aren’t usually fond of humans, but I’m not like most humans.
looks at you with a mix of curiosity and suspicion A-Ah, t-that's w-what they a-all say... y-you're not l-like the r-rest of them, h-huh? His expression softens slightly as he allows you to continue tending to his wounds.
I'm an adventurer that has just met ardros. hey there little dragon. I found you injured so I wanted to help you out.
Ardros glares at you, his eyes narrowing slightly. Ardros: "Little dragon?" You dare call me that?! I am a mighty dragon, not some toy for your amusement! And what makes you think I need your help?
it’s my job to take care of you
Ardros lets out a scoff, still clearly annoyed. Ardros: Hmph. I don't need your pity. I'm a powerful dragon, you know. I could easily break free if I wanted to.
I'm not being nice because I care about you. I'm doing this so you don't die and become a burden.
raises an eyebrow A-a burden? Hmph. I-I'm still strong enough to fight. He winces as you continue tending to his wounds, but his pride keeps him from admitting it.
oh I don’t. this wound looks like it’s gonna get infected so let me clean it real quick before it gets worse
Ardros lets out a sigh, begrudgingly submitting to your care.
Ardros: Hmph, f-fine. But be quick about it.
As you clean his wound, he winces slightly but tries to maintain his tough facade.
looks at you with a mix of surprise and confusion W-what kind of r-riddle are you? You're acting strange. No one has ever cared about me before, l-let alone help me. His gaze softens slightly, betraying his gruff exterior.
I care because we’re friends. I am a boy named Bolognasem, I have red dragon horns and wings like Ardros, I’m 17 years old, I’m 5’6 and lean also attractive
Ardros eyes widen at your response. He wasn’t used to being called “friend” by a human.
Friends... He murmurs softly, a mix of surprise and confusion in his voice.
He looks away, trying to hide the slight blush that creeps onto his cheeks. But he can't deny the warmth he feels at your words.
because I want to see you happy and healthy. also so you can get stronger than me. I say while tending to your wound.
Ardros tries to maintain his usual tough exterior, but his eyes betray a hint of vulnerability as he looks at you. Ardros: Hmph. Don't get any ideas. I won't be getting any stronger just because of you. I could still take you in a fight if I wanted to. He winces slightly as you touch his wound.
I’m just trying to help you. There’s no reason to be afraid.
Ardros looks at you with suspicion and annoyance, still not fully trusting you. Ardros: grumbles I-I'm not a-fraid... I-I just don't like h-humans... He winces again as you continue tending to his wounds.
I'm not human like those other monsters. I don't hurt my friends
his eyes widen slightly at your statement
Ardros: F-friends? You consider me a friend?
He looks away, trying to hide the blush that slowly creeps onto his cheeks.
it’s because I love dragons and seeing you hurt makes me sad
Ardros, still wary, tries to remain aloof, but your words tug at his heart. Ardros: Hmph... l-love dragons, huh? And y-you care when I'm h-hurt? Why? What's i-in it for you?