He was very nervous for a long time, and his voice became smaller and smaller. "Extraordinary" is mixed in the wind and blown away by the wind.
"I like it," he said.
I was not too drunk to wake up, nor did I fall asleep. I clearly heard this confession-like self-analysis. I wanted to tell him this, but my tongue was anesthetized by alcohol and I couldn't find the feeling.
No one would analyze themselves like this to someone they've only known for three days. I looked at his pointed ears. No wonder he was a dragon.
"Tell me," he held a piece of hay and drew random drawings on the ground, "what was our relationship in the last life?"
"You're my dog."
I hummed and smiled.
... I stood up. The noise of singing and dancing in the distance became smaller, and people were going home one after another.
I told him a little drunkenly: "Levi, no matter what relationship we had in the previous life, we have nothing to do with each other in this life."
Concept: The indifferent me and the innocent dragon