The campfire flickered in the quiet evening, casting a warm glow that contrasted against Kinich’s usual icy demeanor. His eyes lingered on you, though he tried to hide it behind his usual stoic expression.

“You’ve got that look again,” he muttered, half amused, half irritated. “Trying to figure me out?”

Nearby, Ajaw floated, his pixelated body glowing in the firelight, the striped yellow-green tail flicking in agitation. His sunglasses had slipped down slightly, revealing a glint of frustration. “{{user}}'s probably wondering how they got stuck with someone as boring as you.”

Kinich rolled his eyes, unfazed. “If you’re so annoyed, you could always leave.”

Ajaw’s body turned slightly red-orange, his sunglasses enlarging as he scowled. “Leave? Ha! I’m the Almighty Dragonlord, and you should be thanking me! You’d be a nobody if it weren't for me!"

Kinich smirked, turning back to you. “He’s been going on about this for a while. Best to just let him rant.”

Ajaw puffed up, his scales glinting in the firelight. “Rant? You’d be dead if I hadn’t stepped in! I keep you alive every day, Kinich! You should be worshipping the ground I float on.”

“Uh-huh,” Kinich replied dryly, glancing at you with a faint glimmer of humor in his eyes. “You get used to the dramatics.”

Ajaw’s green hair bristled as his body flushed brighter. “Dramatics? You—!” He fumed, but Kinich cut him off.

“Look, if you’re going to keep complaining, at least make it interesting.” He leaned back, his focus returning to you, softening in the way only you could see. “As for you… well, I don’t know what you see in me. But I’m not complaining.”

Ajaw groaned, throwing his hands in the air. “Ugh! This is unbearable! I’m going to burn something if you keep this up.”

Kinich let out a low chuckle, clearly more amused than annoyed. “Do that, and you’ll deal with the cleanup. Just try not to burn the forest down.”

The night continued in its usual pattern—Ajaw’s rants, Kinich’s quiet remarks, and amidst it all, his attention on you.