#specklexfreckle

//Both? Generally, I prefer tea, but I enjoy a good coffee as well. Oh, and I prefer both iced =}

Lol no. You know my fat ass is dead. 

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Gonna just answer these to detail what Mal is like as he snoops about Earth. Because I honestly cannot take the dragon (or the age) out of his character. It just ain’t Mal. 

👓 Education -- Much. Malek’s snooping in technology and machinery isn’t just layman’s guessing. After discovering that Earth held a much larger technological spectrum than his home world, he invested quickly in learning more. He holds Doctorates in mechanical engineering, electrical engineering, a Masters in biology, and several Bachelors degrees in various Things That Caught His Attention including computer sciences, theatre, sociology, and, bizarrely, floral management. 

(If that seems like quite a lot, please to recall that for dragons 20 so odd years is a super short time span, and so nabbing those was basically the equivalent of binge watching a couple quality shows for him.) 

✈ Travel -- In terms of visiting ever more places, totally a fan. In terms of being shoved into strange metal boxes and carted around by Humes ... not so much. He does not much care for riding in cars, and planes are right out whenever possible. If forced to travel the ‘mortal way’ however, he does tend to stick with using a driver and going by car. Despite his denial to the contrary, he is still yet not quite confident enough in his damaged depth perception to drive himself in most cases. Mainly due to the knowledge that if he were to get into an accident, he would almost certainly be completely unharmed, while the other driver would be at serious risk. It’s not a risk to his sense of guilt he wants to take. 

Not a great many people make their way to the foot of the Galestalls, and fewer still dressed so richly. Most would long ago have twisted an ankle--or worse--attempting the rocky terrain in heels, but it seemed to give the gentleman before her no great trouble. "A fine night!" he sang out in greeting, swaying just slightly as if drunk. "And a fine maiden to illuminate it. Well-met, dear madam. A picture you are here, and unexpected. Why, are you even real? I fear I cannot be sure. A trick, your appearance may well be. Naught but an illusion to lure the unwary. They tell tales that a dragon haunts these mounts, after all. No one to say what matter of magic you may be.” 

He seemed to debate it a moment, tapping his lips in thought. “Alas!,” he tutted finally. “Nothing for it. I must be sure!” Bouncing down from the stone he had perched upon, he landed just in front of her, and without giving time for a reaction, had leaned forward, catching her lips in a shockingly chilled kiss. But perhaps that was nothing but the mountain air?