Welcome to Gaia! ::

After his time staying at the shop due to illness Ryuusei had once more struck out into the world on his own but this time it had been a lot tougher. He knew now what it was that he had been looking for but knowing that the very person that he wanted to find didn't want him, that he'd allowed his woman to throw him away, it was something that had caused Ryuusei no end to the worry he felt. He wondered what it was about him that made it so that the ones who were supposed to be his family would prefer not to keep him... he found himself idly wondering if Mrrh was the same, didn't know but Mrrh was strong! He didn't seem as though he needed anyone else did he? Another thing that caused the normally cheerful dragon to worry a bit, what if Mrrh didn't need him either?

Thinking on it though he doubted that he really did. Mrrh was always saving him, feeding him, letting him perch on him when he was tired or to full to fly. Ryuusei needed Mrrh but the other way around what had he ever done for his friend? He got him water once but that wish had been such a giant mess... it had resulted in Mrrh getting soaked along with Ryuusei himself and Deimos as well. He gave a sighing sound as he floated along, pausing to stare at some deep red flowers growing on a prickly bush and he circled around them for a moment before landing carefully in front of them. He cocked his head to one side before lifting up on his hands, hands reaching out to catch hold of one perfect blossom and carefully used his teeth to n** through the stem. He pricked his tongue a bit but it was worth it to get the flower. Once it was picked he carried it off with him, off moving in a random direction, his nose filled with the heavy scent of the rose before he spotted the very person he was thinking of.

"Mrrh?" He mumbled around the flower, the end of his tail swish as he turned his heading so that he could moved in his direction. He landed on the back of the bench, curious as to what he was reading, before he released the flower to land on his chest. He then turned to his head to spit out a bit of blood left behind from where the thorn had stuck him in the tongue.

Ryuu hopped from the back of the bench onto his friend's shoulder when the young man sat up and nuzzled against him before wrapping around him like a decorative necklace, "I am feeling better for the most part." Physically he was pretty sure that he was recovered after the run in with the bad wish, he was sure that this time around it was more like a warning more then anything else. He worried that if he did it again that his punishment would be more severe.

"Are you alright?" He asked, the last time he'd seen him he looked as though he'd seen a ghost, had a wound on his arm from the scent of it, and he was sure that he had another headache as well, all of which had worried him like nothing else. He wanted to do what he could for Mrrh and felt as though given what he was, how small he was, that there was little he could do. He could give him a flower though, they were used by humans to do a lot of things. They meant 'thank you' or 'I'm sorry' even things that were more important, things that couldn't be expressed with words like his gratitude to his friend for all he'd done. He was completely oblivious that it wasn't exactly a gift guys normally gave enough other though since he was a bit dumb when it came to a lot of things still being quite young mentally.

He watched the way that Mrrh spun the flower, eyes closing for a moment as he breathed in the sweet scent that was coming off of the flower before his tail started to thump lazily against his friend, "Yes, I am even able to fly again." He sounded pleased with this because he knew how silly he looked when he shuffled along on his tiny feet, more so when he was overly full after eating a large meal. When he had his fat belly going on it was almost impossible for him to even move...

"A little down over what I learned but... its alright, at least now I know what the missing thing I was looking for was." He said, giving a little shrug as though it didn't bother him even though it did. He would put it behind him now, he would do his best not to worry about the fact that he was abandon and look toward more important things!

He turned to look up at Mrrh and gave him a smile, "Flower gifts mean many things I learned." He explained, "This one means 'thank you' because you have already been so good to me. You helped me on so many occasions, saved me... fed me... and I wanted to give you something."

He gave him a smile, "But anyone didn't do it, Mrrh. You did." He said in a manner that made it sound so simple. He didn't understand why his friend didn't think that he deserved the thanks, he had done all of the work after all and he had fed him using money that was his own. He had done things he didn't have to do when it came to him, "I am not doing it because I have to, because I want to. I like Mrrh and he should have a nice..." His words trailed off as Mrrh's arm was revealed and a gasping sound escaped from his mouth.

"M-Mrrh!" He squeaked, abandoning his shoulder to shuffle down his arm, looking the weird markings over more closely, his dark eyes getting rather huge, "W-What... what happened! Are you hurt?" He pressed closer, starring before nudging at one of his strange markings with the tip of his nose in a very careful manner. It looked like... like a scar but the scar seemed to be in a pattern! Why was the scar in a pattern? It couldn't have been by accident, surely? Unless something of that pattern fell on him... He cocked his head to the side as he tried to imagine that scenario but it seemed somehow as though it were a bit of a stretch.

"Your certain?" He asked, sniffing at the wound. It looked as though it must have hurt greatly when it happened which caused him to hop off of Mrrh so he could float in front of his wounded arm as though to get a better look at it, "So... odd... your scar is in a pattern, Mrrh..." How did scars get into patterns like that? It almost looked deliberate but the idea that someone would purposefully do such a thing to himself was a bit on the strange side. He didn't understand it at all but he found himself hoping that his friend would explain.

He turned to look at Mrrh before his eyes went a bit wide, "Ahh... you... do not like your gift?" He asked, worried that perhaps he hadn't gotten something for Mrrh that he would like, "Is there something you would prefer?" He questioned him in a hushed tone of voice. The flower didn't seem to be the right gift which meant he needed to figure out something more worthy of his friend's kindness he thought to himself as he settled himself down on his leg unknowingly upon other wounds.

Ryuu gave a little jump as he got himself lifted up off of Mrrh's leg almost as suddenly as he'd landed on him. He looked down at his leg before he lifted his gaze to stare at his friend in a curious manner, "Are you... alright?" He murmured, sounding more then a little worried when he said that his leg was sore, "Its it bad? Are you alright?!" He looked so worried for his friend and the moment he was set down on his shoulder he quickly wrapped himself around him, nuzzling against him.

"I am sorry... I didn't mean to hurt you... didn't mean to bring you the wrong present..." He said, rubbing his head against Mrrh's cheek in an affectionate manner. He hadn't meant to hurt him! The last thing that he wanted was to hurt Mrrh who had always been so very nice to him. He looked so terribly guilty over the idea that he'd hurt his best friend!

Ryuusei watched him for a long moment, taking in what he was doing very closely before he gave a little nod, settling down on his shoulder, "If your sure." He murmured, he wouldn't give up on his desire to do something for Mrrh but it would appear as though actually giving him something wasn't going to be enough nor was it really wanted. He looked over at the book the other was reading before leaning a bit closer to the pictures, taking in the people who were covered in colorful designs, "Those are kind of pretty." He murmured, "How do they paint themselves like that?" He asked of Mrrh, looking up at his friend in a curious manner.

These designs were something like the ones that Mrrh had on his arm. It seemed like a way of... making himself pretty maybe, "Are you... trying to make yourself pretty, Mrrh? Is that why your doing those?" He asked, curiously, head tilting to one side.