To be fair to Mokuba-he's probably still shorter than the guy. Or maybe they're the same height now. It's a hard call, harder still when the naga has a habit of pulling himself up just a few inches more to get a bit more ground in an argument.
To be fair to the staring, there probably aren't a lot of naga in this world.
Noa doesn't see the boy-not at first. It's the snakes on his head, who see him-a couple of the four raise their heads, unblinking blue eyes staring as they flick curious tongues in his direction. Through those eyes, a vision comes-and through that vision, Noa pauses, narrowing his own eyes to mutter to himself.] ...Blue-Eyes...?
[That can't be right, he thinks, shaking his head and trying to go back to his notes. But curiosity gets the best of him, and he turns, still muttering; 'that's impossible' 'that can't be right' 'that isn't-'
...
His eyes widen, and the already slit pupils narrow more, if it were possible, the boy nearly dropping his pencil and paper.] ..... Mokuba...
[...He's pretty sure he's dreaming, now. He was sure of it when he arrived, and then convinced otherwise, but if Mokuba is here, it must be a dream.]
im so sorry mokuba
u sayin his tail makes him fat mokubaTo be fair to Mokuba-he's probably still shorter than the guy. Or maybe they're the same height now. It's a hard call, harder still when the naga has a habit of pulling himself up just a few inches more to get a bit more ground in an argument.
To be fair to the staring, there probably aren't a lot of naga in this world.
Noa doesn't see the boy-not at first. It's the snakes on his head, who see him-a couple of the four raise their heads, unblinking blue eyes staring as they flick curious tongues in his direction. Through those eyes, a vision comes-and through that vision, Noa pauses, narrowing his own eyes to mutter to himself.] ...Blue-Eyes...?
[That can't be right, he thinks, shaking his head and trying to go back to his notes. But curiosity gets the best of him, and he turns, still muttering; 'that's impossible' 'that can't be right' 'that isn't-'
...
His eyes widen, and the already slit pupils narrow more, if it were possible, the boy nearly dropping his pencil and paper.] ..... Mokuba...
[...He's pretty sure he's dreaming, now. He was sure of it when he arrived, and then convinced otherwise, but if Mokuba is here, it must be a dream.]