Well, we'll figure something else out. What do dragons drink?
[John returns his gun to the waistband at the small of his back as he's talking. Now that he's actually faced with the prospect of this thoroughly impossible flight, he feels awkward. How did you actually mount a dragon? A shirtless half-human dragon at that. He settles for treating it like a training drill where he's playing the wounded soldier and someone's carrying him out.
In halting movements, John places his hands on Ryu's shoulders for a brace and swings one leg over his tail. Just... hop? John knows he's about to look incredibly silly. He steels himself then pulls himself up, applying pressure like he would for a piggyback ride to hold himself in place.]
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[John returns his gun to the waistband at the small of his back as he's talking. Now that he's actually faced with the prospect of this thoroughly impossible flight, he feels awkward. How did you actually mount a dragon? A shirtless half-human dragon at that. He settles for treating it like a training drill where he's playing the wounded soldier and someone's carrying him out.
In halting movements, John places his hands on Ryu's shoulders for a brace and swings one leg over his tail. Just... hop? John knows he's about to look incredibly silly. He steels himself then pulls himself up, applying pressure like he would for a piggyback ride to hold himself in place.]