#akrahan

//All the Snowdown 24 muses! (I am not tagging people...theres too many X'D)

Thank you for all the asks! These were fun!

It took Yijun a moment to recover from the familiar face that just walked into his abode, one of the last he had ever imagined actually meeting. Clearing his throat as Julius spoke, Yijun quickly assumed the immaculate regality of a prince once more.

"Ah yes, lord Julius. I've heard you have been making quite big splashes in the market recently, only sensible to let your guard stay. There are plenty of fish that would love to take a bite of those margins you have been accumulating."

Yijun turned around after a cordial bend at the waist and took place at his desk, motioning for at least Julius to sit as well. Taking a stack of papers off his desk, Yijun briefly rummaged around until he seemingly found what he was looking for.

"As it seems there have been improvements in your quantity and quality. Something very commendable. But tell me, if you please, why come to the royal palace with this, and not any of the hundreds of investors who would love to take this on? Or one of the advisors of the royal palace? It is quite bold to make an appointment with the prince directly, given you are not bestowed with a title."

Yijun laced his fingers together and lightly rested his chin on them, gazing at Julius with soft eyes that hid a terrifying bloodlust in them. Even sitting down, there was an unmistakable haughtiness to Yijun that he navigated with utter perfection. Any moves he made worked flawlessly with his clothes, hair, jewels, and horns, giving him a dreamlike, floating appearance. Along with a skin that almost seemed to glow with health and the markings on his body truly gave him an otherworldly aura, despite looking very human.

"Not to say that the palace wouldn't benefit slightly from more armaments, but I would love to hear what exactly justified you taking precious minutes out of my day."

With a sly smile, Yijun exposed parts of pearly white fangs. His eyes briefly flicked to Akrahan, a peculiar light dancing in them.

"Whoa, and I thought I was tall..." Ina just going to take a moment to look the dragonborn up and down.

Aatrox's eyes snapped open, the hidden secondary eyelids flickering out of sight again. He'd have to remember to change that at some point, he thought to himself. Certainly, his people had been better adapted to life in the desert, but surely not THAT well adapted.

He looked at the speaker, only just covering a start of surprise at the thing before him. Politely speaking, what the fuck, what the fuck, no seriously what the fuck? A dragon with legs? That spoke with the voice of a mortal man? (Possibly a mortal woman, Aatrox had long since lost the real ability to tell the insects apart by voice and look alone.)

"I have seen a great many things in my time." Aatrox said, injecting a measure of calm into his voice, and simultaneously injecting a fair amount of what would pass for strong horse tranquillizers into his system, attempting to reach the place of calm his voice pretended to already be in.

"I think that answer varies from person to person. But freshly ground and good quality beans are a good start."

//Hi yes I'm slightly insane, thanks for asking.

//ROUND TWO ELECTRIC BOOGALOO