Arrow Lake i wish a cure for my cold tongue existed

everything was a blur. drakon could hardly separate one moment from the next - so when a stranger appeared seemingly from nowhere, it only added to the confusion. a man, he could tell that much from his voice. but what had he said?

drakon struggled to find his footing, squinting at the man suspiciously as often as he could manage. w-what? he stammered, realizing at the exact same time that whoever had found him was, for lack of a better description, devastatingly hot. that did not bode well for this interaction. back home, drakon had been notorious for his ability to embarrass himself in front of anyone he found even remotely attractive. every time. without fail. and he'd already gotten off to a pretty fitting start this time around.