( The script is a little different with this dragon lord. Growing impatient and full of themselves, Fuuta's fellow knights had already moved on ahead without him, in pairs or small groups or even alone, and not a single one of them has made their way back. It makes Fuuta's entrance into the dragon den that much more eerie when he's not met with much in the way of sound. No voices, no clinking of armor, just the quiet shifting of one pebble as Esikko sits up further on his pile of stone and gems, carved out to resemble something of a throne.

As a dragon-turned-human, the makeup crew had a little too much fun dolling him up as much as possible. Red eyeshadow matches the cute little curved horns that come from the top of his pink head, and his attire is sheer and flowing, the red providing a contrast against the pale of his skin beneath it. It doesn't leave much to the imagination. Just enough, really.

Seeing Fuuta approaching as a cute little Knight certainly draws him out of the bored pose he'd been striking just a moment ago. Esikko tilts his head to one side, fingers tracing along his own bottom lip as he eyes the other, straightened hair falling in loose strands with the angle. )

And here I thought they'd save the best for last. You're like a little chew toy.

( His laugh is soft, more breath than anything else, and he uncrosses his legs in a slow and pointed way, sitting up further. And yes, he is absolutely adlibbing with this script here, just following the beats along the way. It's fun. )

Come along, then. You're not afraid to come closer, are you?