"Dragons. Right!" Ryuuji seemed to instantly perk up, gesturing excitedly with one hand for no reason in particular except it seemed the thing to do. Cheeks a little flushed (the problem with those refilling, changing drinks was that you couldn't tell how much you'd drunk), he caught Crowley's gaze as best as he could and told him solemnly, in a tone bordering on reverential, "Dragons are awesome. All beautiful and deadly and sleek and powerful. And they've got those tails, see, and when you're on the ground, you can whack people with those tails and then you breathe on them and then WHOOSH! They're ashes. So cool. I love it."
Green eyes glittering excitedly, he went on, "And the sight, man, the sight! You can see anything small and moving like crazy - I bet even birds don't have it that good, because you can see heat too, not just shapes and silhouettes. And when you're in the air, and flying, and you can see everything and you've got scales like armor, it's- it feels like being invincible. Like you're so high, nobody can ever bring you down, nobody can ever hurt you. That even if they clip your wings and burn you, you'll fall and crash-land in the way you want."
With a nod, Ryuuji went on firmly, "'s why I hate brooms. Brooms are tiny and flimsy and you feel like they'll crash because you're not really the one controlling them - you didn't make them, and anyone can sneak jinxes onto them. Dragons are so much cooler. Brooms are just brooms. Sticks. The most you could diguise one as would be a spear or something. Dragons can be human, and they can walk right in the middle of you, and they smell like smoke and ashes unless they wear perfume or cologne - which most of them are smart enough to do - and they fly against the moon like death descending and they walk on the earth as if they own it."
Apparently getting Ryuuji even a little drunk meant he'd be both talkative and inclined towards being poetic. Then again, Japanese people were genetically less able to handle alcohol, so it didn't really take much for him to get to the expansive stage of intoxication since that was close to his normal mood anyway.
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Date: 2006-01-27 03:22 am (UTC)Green eyes glittering excitedly, he went on, "And the sight, man, the sight! You can see anything small and moving like crazy - I bet even birds don't have it that good, because you can see heat too, not just shapes and silhouettes. And when you're in the air, and flying, and you can see everything and you've got scales like armor, it's- it feels like being invincible. Like you're so high, nobody can ever bring you down, nobody can ever hurt you. That even if they clip your wings and burn you, you'll fall and crash-land in the way you want."
With a nod, Ryuuji went on firmly, "'s why I hate brooms. Brooms are tiny and flimsy and you feel like they'll crash because you're not really the one controlling them - you didn't make them, and anyone can sneak jinxes onto them. Dragons are so much cooler. Brooms are just brooms. Sticks. The most you could diguise one as would be a spear or something. Dragons can be human, and they can walk right in the middle of you, and they smell like smoke and ashes unless they wear perfume or cologne - which most of them are smart enough to do - and they fly against the moon like death descending and they walk on the earth as if they own it."
Apparently getting Ryuuji even a little drunk meant he'd be both talkative and inclined towards being poetic. Then again, Japanese people were genetically less able to handle alcohol, so it didn't really take much for him to get to the expansive stage of intoxication since that was close to his normal mood anyway.