[It would be something of a hilarious sight for the wayward passerby. Aprons and gloves mean little in the continuous tide of... water that keeps getting splashed his way. No one is safe from it. Not even Ardyn Izunia, whose hair is actually a bit damp and sticking to the sides of his face.
Good thing he cares very little for how others perceive him, else his pride would taking quite the hit right about now.]
Gripping his paws would be far easier if he did not feel so inclined to squirm against me, like some spoiled child.
[But he shifts a little on his knees and tries again. Ardyn's fingers grasp around the dragon's paws, using his strength to keep him pinned down in this way. The dragon whines, but it isn't from pain; it's merely something that sounds indignant.]
Do it now.
[He commands, as the creature continues to squirm and slosh water around.]
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Good thing he cares very little for how others perceive him, else his pride would taking quite the hit right about now.]
Gripping his paws would be far easier if he did not feel so inclined to squirm against me, like some spoiled child.
[But he shifts a little on his knees and tries again. Ardyn's fingers grasp around the dragon's paws, using his strength to keep him pinned down in this way. The dragon whines, but it isn't from pain; it's merely something that sounds indignant.]
Do it now.
[He commands, as the creature continues to squirm and slosh water around.]