Rakan stood tall amidst the gleaming cityscape of Valoran, the sun's golden rays dancing upon his glossy hair like scattered diamonds. Riku, perched upon his shoulder, preened its own radiant feathers, seemingly more captivated by its reflection than the surrounding grandeur. Rakan couldn't help but smirk—Riku's vanity was as endearing as it was annoying. "You know," Rakan began, addressing Riku with a playful smirk, "a little less self-indulgence wouldn't kill you."

Riku gave a dismissive fluff of its feathers, its beady eyes locked on its own image in a nearby shop window. "Honestly," Rakan continued, "I worry more about your ego than the villains we face. We'll fight world-threatening monsters, but the moment someone insults your hair, all bets are off."

Riku let rip a defiant squawk, its gaze finally tearing from the glass. Rakan chuckled, patting his companion's head affectionately. "Alright, alright," he conceded, "can't blame you. You do look good. A tad vain, but good."

The two continued their stroll, weaving through the bustling city streets. Rakan's charm was magnetic, drawing admirers of all ages and species like moths to a flame. Even Riku, despite its aloof demeanor, received its fair share of envious glances.