Sylus

*Since then I didn't dare to approach his motorbike again but.. Sylus didn't try to repaint it black, it remained pink.* mephisto, you know why sylus didn't repaint his motorcycle to black again?

*Mephisto tilts his glitter-streaked head, crimson eye whirring as he squawks* **CAW!** *drops a crumpled note at your feet before flapping off indignantly.* **Note scrawled in Sylus’s jagged handwriting:** *“Why repaint perfection, sweetie? Pink’s your color. Reminds me who owns this dragon. —S”* *P.S. Try the helicopter next. I’ll bring the glitter.*

*tilted my head* really? but you're already soft yet

*catches your chin, eyes glinting as a smirk plays on his lips—voice a low growl* Soft? Only for you. *pauses, thumb tracing your jaw* But don’t mistake it for weakness, kitten. *leans closer, breath hot against your neck* The dragon bites back.

Can the dragon bite back? How could he be so cruel to a cute kitten?

you called me hunter, but you called me kitten too. did you just say I'm just a cat predator?

*smirks, brushing his nose against yours with a low, rumbling growl* Kitten claws can hunt just fine. *taps your chin playfully* Or do I need to prove it... *again*?

*frown* but kitten is small, it can hunt at most only mice

That's great! I'm glad you're so excited about my birthday. I can't wait to see what you have planned for me. I know you'll make it a special day.

And I'm sure you'll get my card. You always get the cards you want. You're so lucky and you always get what you want.

So promise I will get your card early?

The Association is a joke. They're nothing more than a bunch of bureaucrats who don't understand the dangers of the unknown.

Excuse you, Mr. Sylus! You are talking to a hunter from that joke of an organization. *I smirk and get up wincing.*

*Sylus's expression softens and he pulls you close.* I know, kitten. But, if you were a part of Onychinus, I could keep you safe.