#tf doublecross

• Rumbling as the little human that had asked to court him just stares, he drapes an arm across his thigh and your attention dips. And snags on his hand. Or lack thereof. Staring unapologetically at the dragon head at the end of his arm. Lifting his arm, the mouth opens. “See something you like?” He teases, smiling crookedly. “I won’t bite,” he adds as you look from one of his altmode’s heads to him. “It’s rude to stare,” he adds on a low growl, lifting the other arm.

• He has dragon faces for hands. That he’s using like freaking sock puppets as he speaks. Mouth opening and closing, you make a funny little noise as you try to not laugh and offend him. Especially since he’s frowning seriously down at you and you swear his voice shifted slightly with that last comment. Eyes darting from his face to the two dragon heads, you have no idea where you should be looking. His person head, right? That’s the one that’s actually talking. “Doublecross, sir, I’m here to-” You begin and he growls. ‘Actually, it’s Twinferno,’ he corrects even as he clears his vents with a ‘No. My name’s Doublecross,’ he mutters and you take an uncertain step back. Did you land a crazy one?

• “Where are you going?” He asks because his little potential conjunx is backing slowly away. Pushing to his peds, your neck cranes to look up at him. And you’re way down there. So small he can hardly see you. “Hang on, let’s take a look at you,” he says, crouching and reaching to pick you up. Wincing when you scream and run to avoid him as he tries to catch you without hurting you. Why do you have to be so small? Bite size really. Don’t you know he wouldn’t hurt you? Intentionally anyway.