[Ah. So there are no more carrots. For the sake of Reinhardt's hand, it's a good thing he wasn't holding fish. He would've walked out of the encounter with two less fingers. But with all the attention and compliments, Dylas would've had a hard time saying 'no' to pretending to be his mount before sneaking off into the midnight yonder...
Wait, he used to blonde? And there it is, talk about his chest hair again. Even though he's a unicorn, it's painfully obvious that he shifts his gaze to stare right where Reinhardt's chest hair would be. Dylas remembers that day all too well.
He huffs and whinnies when the rain starts to pick up. Even though he's a magical beast and he's no doubt warmer than your average horse, he can tell he's going to get chilled to the bone if he doesn't trot off and find where he's hidden his clothes. So he turns his body and gives Rein a farwell nod, and...
...and with the rainclouds, it's kind of dark. Just. Just where did he stash his bag? And how does he know it's still there, dry? What if the wind blew it away? For a unicorn, he looks troubled. Someone as sensitive to a unicorn's needs like Reinhardt will surely see that, right?]
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Wait, he used to blonde? And there it is, talk about his chest hair again. Even though he's a unicorn, it's painfully obvious that he shifts his gaze to stare right where Reinhardt's chest hair would be. Dylas remembers that day all too well.
He huffs and whinnies when the rain starts to pick up. Even though he's a magical beast and he's no doubt warmer than your average horse, he can tell he's going to get chilled to the bone if he doesn't trot off and find where he's hidden his clothes. So he turns his body and gives Rein a farwell nod, and...
...and with the rainclouds, it's kind of dark. Just. Just where did he stash his bag? And how does he know it's still there, dry? What if the wind blew it away? For a unicorn, he looks troubled. Someone as sensitive to a unicorn's needs like Reinhardt will surely see that, right?]