Just you wait, you feathers-for-brains fool! As soon as I get out of this thing, you're in for a beating! I swear on my name as the Almighty Dragonlord, K'uhul A—

( The yelling is higher pitched and a little tinny, sounding out from just beyond the large figure of one of those owl-man bodyguards. Just behind his rippling muscles and swiveling head stands Kinich, currently wrapped as securely as he can manage in the oversized robe he was given for his arrival— green, like money, and incredibly soft, but heavy enough to slip at the shoulders, threatening to pull open further at the slightest misstep. Still, he manages to stay covered just enough, even as he claps one hand firmly over the angry, pixelated face lighting up his Watch screen. He ignores Ajaw's continued muffled yelling to lift his head to the owl before him. )

You can ignore him. He gets irritable if he doesn't get his walk. ( Spoken with a soft exhale. And even as the muffled sounds of What did you say?! Kiniiiich! You little—! press into his palm, his eyes flick past the bodyguard to the approaching or passing figure just beyond him. ) Really, though— I'm not in need of your services, so you can find someone else to protect.

( He had hoped that his words would distract the birdman long enough, but unfortunately, he's ignoring more than just Ajaw right now. In a quick swivel of his head, the owl turns completely around to face the stranger approaching— whether a fellow new star or not, there seems to be some sort of mixup. He lets out a menacing hoo of alert. His body soon follows, fully intent on launching himself at the potential paparazzi. )

( Everything has a price. That's something that Kinich learned long ago, and something that separates him from the average person, he knows— something that isolates him, even. But when you've seen with your own eyes how hidden costs can spring up and grab on like a hand around your throat, can anyone really blame him for wanting prices stated up front?

If it were anyone else here, watching bodies pass in and out of the boutiques and their changing rooms, maybe they'd offer their services for "free." A kind hand, a helpful task— but Kinich knows that things like that can too-easily come with cost down the line. Owed favors, things that may not match up in worth. So him? When he sees someone struggling with a button, or a zipper, on their way to the changing room, he walks up calmly and waits outside, arms crossed.

And when either the door parts back open to a questioning face, or the silence of paused attempts at removal sound louder than the rustling of fabric elsewhere, he speaks, eyes flicking towards the room in question, calm and even. )

Looks like you need some help. ( He gestures out with one hand palm up, whether they're still inside the room or not. ) How much are you willing to pay for it?

( It's the echoing boom of laughter that sounds out from this dragon's cave, bouncing off of stone and rainbow crystals. It sounds like someone on the other side of a phone call, high-pitched and occasionally crackling with the volume that comes from the laughing party. It won't take long to discover where it's coming from. Inside of the elaborate cave-set, Kinich is sitting on a pile of rocks and shiny stones, dressed as... a "dragon." He's got fake black horns curved out from the top of his head, tiny little black wings protruding from the back of a crop top, and incredibly flowy pants.

He looks more irritated the more the laughing continues, but words can be made out the closer anyone gets. )

Ahahaha! Poor little Kinich, stuck cast as the wimpiest dragon of them all! You should see how stupid you look right now. Wait, can I activate the Kamera on this thing?!

Why don't I see how waterproof this Watch really is?

( As the Watch lights up with a strangled noise and a panicked expression, Kinich sits up a little, realizing that a figure is approaching. Ajaw continues to ramble, beginning now to go on about how Kinich should feel honored to even play the part of a dragon, as a lowly mortal— but he's cut short, a single click switching off the display of Ajaw's face with an accompanied squawk of protest. Kinich's voice, in contrast, is calm and serious, louder now that it's aimed across the realistic cave. )

You're the one that's supposed to be enough for me?

( A little rude, but— oh, it's his line! He's got a job here, after all. This production is pretty scuffed, and he has no idea who the other actors are even supposed to be, but he'll say the lines he's being paid to say. Even if they're... cringe. )

( Please feel free to hit me up for any of the prompts with a wildcard, too! After talking with the mods, Ajaw is currently stuck only as a Watchface— like a very angry little tamagotchi that won't shut up. He won't have his body or any freedom until a regain for his body. He still has dibs on Kinich's body if he kicks the bucket, though, he'll be quick to remind. As for Kinich himself, he has no canon age, but I'll be playing him as 18, as his age range is likely 18-22 based on what we do know in canon. Permissions here, OTA ages and genders. Lastly, I am totally fine with anything trying to go in a smut direction, but as fair warning... he can't separate himself from Ajaw right now, so there's bound to be failsex flavors what with him trying to prevent Kinich from getting laid. He's hoping it'll kill him off here. )