Charlia wrote:Ranoria wrote:He snarled, shaking his massive head, "No, I don't recognize your child. My apologies, Amaterasu-sama, for not being more attentive to the happenings outside of Ryugu-Jo." His shoulders heaved from exertion, the rushing sound returning. He was perfectly respectful, to her at least, but to the others he couldn't have cared less. They were, in his mind, beneath him, even as Mourir lay bleeding out and Shen Lung slowly lost his strength.
"Oh, Ryujin," she said softly, and approached him, kissing his snout. Niji smiled, creating a rainbow, and said, "Ah ee? Uh... Adee?"
The tiny child grew perplexed at Ryujin's unresponsiveness, and reached out, trying to play 'got your nose'.
He snorted, growling and pulling back, head tilting in confusion, and bared his fangs, not at all understanding what was going on. He certainly wasn't a jungle gym, nor were he and Amaterasu close, at all. "I am not your, nor your child's plaything, and I suggest that you act accordingly." He took a step back, utterly perplexed, and on the defensive as a result.
Asami would not approve of this...