<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/jjCig7W.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Destrian Brand (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341089.msg16149670#msg16149670)<br/><strong>Dragon Type:</strong>Fire<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>His Dragon Slayer Armor<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>1 April 2050, 1000<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Warehouse District, Raven City<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Reese, Jake<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Got jokes<br/><hr/>“Reese, you’re alive!” Jake exclaimed in relief. He then made an awkward face at her claim. “How is that weird? People do it all the time. I know your voice too!”<br/><br/>“How am I being weird? I’m not allowed to worry about you? I thought you had gotten hurt Reese!”<br/><br/>Jake hesitated to speak when Reese advised that he needed to calm down. His heart was still racing. He was certain that the Dragon<em>Dude</em>must have killed the dragon if Reese was okay. He hadn’t heard anymore growls. He started taking deep breaths, resting a hand over his chest. “I’m good. I’ll be calm. No problem,” he reassured her.<br/><br/>Jake rolled his lips into his mouth and bit them when she mentioned not telling Montgomery about the dragons. He hoped the boss had heard them. He wanted to talk about<em>everything</em>that had happened.<em>If he fires me, then I’m telling him. Fuck that!</em>Jake angrily thought.<br/><br/>“Yeah whatever,” he responded to Reese before she ended the call.<br/><br/>Destrian had watched Reese open the passenger door for him and demonstrate the strange strap. He could have used that earlier when she was driving around like a maniac. When she headed to the driver’s side, he entered the passenger side and closed the door. Grasping the seatbelt, he stared at it first, tugging on it, and observing the metal tip. He buckled up and rode with Reese back to the shop.<br/><br/><strong>Are you sure you’re cool and whatnot after that fight?</strong><br/><br/>He had used his fire powers twice that day, and it burned a lot of energy. Having come down from his adrenaline rush, he felt exhausted and hungry. His eyes were half-lidded, and brows knitted with fatigue-induced irritation.<br/><br/>“I just need to rest,” he confessed. He might have been quiet, but he wasn’t a fool. He knew when to speak up about his needs. “Food; water…” he added.<br/><br/>At her confession concerning the dragon, Destrian arched a surprised brow at her, but then remembered where he was. He wasn’t home. “Are you going to cry?” the Dragon Slayer asked, and it might have caught her off-guard that such a silent and mellow personality had demonstrated teasing humor. He had made the statement with a straight face, without a smile or any indication that he was joking. It had actually been a tactic of his to help someone cope with an unsettling past situation. She told him about her residence.<br/><br/>“It’s either your place, or I sleep outside with the dragons,” he stated, unveiling the dark reality. He didn’t have a choice whether he liked the situation or not. Even Dragon Slayers needed a place to rest and recuperate. “It’ll allow me time to rest until I can find my comrades.”