[the "very Tek" feeling about the monster continues as he hangs his mouth open a little and his eyes slide to thin, glowing slits. Robin had grown to learn (mostly from Scaley) that the expression is pretty much the dragon equivalent of a smile, but he wouldn't need that previous experience to make the guess here. the image of Tek smirking is very easy to imagine in the moment.
it's a short-lived expression, however. as funny as the dragon might find Robin's reaction, it's not enough to get him to settle down. he's still agitated to his very bones, volatile energy still clinging all over him like static electricity, and he needs to get away.
so, Robin barely has another moment to adjust to his friend's enormous form, before the dragon continues his circle-in-place--turning until he's facing away from Robin again and has staked out enough room around himself to move. then, with a cacophanous flurry of motion (seemingly much too fast for a creature of that size to be allowed to move) he launches himself into the air and up through the broken canopy of leaves. there isn't much space, relatively speaking, but the rounded shape of his wings propel him up and out of the forest's reach in a few powerful beats.
it happens absurdly fast. one minute, there's a monster taking up the entire clearing... and the next, there is a crash of motion and air, and there's nothing left in the clearing but a shower of leaves and broken branches, and a patch of withering wasteland on the floor.]
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it's a short-lived expression, however. as funny as the dragon might find Robin's reaction, it's not enough to get him to settle down. he's still agitated to his very bones, volatile energy still clinging all over him like static electricity, and he needs to get away.
so, Robin barely has another moment to adjust to his friend's enormous form, before the dragon continues his circle-in-place--turning until he's facing away from Robin again and has staked out enough room around himself to move. then, with a cacophanous flurry of motion (seemingly much too fast for a creature of that size to be allowed to move) he launches himself into the air and up through the broken canopy of leaves. there isn't much space, relatively speaking, but the rounded shape of his wings propel him up and out of the forest's reach in a few powerful beats.
it happens absurdly fast. one minute, there's a monster taking up the entire clearing... and the next, there is a crash of motion and air, and there's nothing left in the clearing but a shower of leaves and broken branches, and a patch of withering wasteland on the floor.]