Private Finished By The Power Of Hot Chocolate

"I'm not blind, I actually have excellent eyesight. And I can see that you're not perfect. We can keep battling about this or you can just admit defeat. I have patience, I teach kids."
Shul did a sleeve rolling gesture not actually rolling up his sleeves and crosse his arms, looking determined. All this with a comedic undertone.
When Sark did that sweet and kind tone Shul took a step back and took an unsettled expression, rubbings his arms.
"Woah, how scary. Remind me that I will never seriously challenge you in anything. I doubt I'd win. Except in flying. Since you can't even fly."
After saying this Shul sprouted his wings, looking all smug. His jacket had two slits for the wings. And Shul wrapped the wings right around himself like a blanket. It was nice and warm. Why didn't he think of this before?

Shul laughed at Sark and made a small victory pose, spreading his wings heroicly behing himself.
"And yet again I win! Dragon 1, alien robot 0."
Shul grinned and wrapped the wings back around himsef, snuggling against the feathers.

Shul smiled a little, it was nice of Sark to be worried about him. Shul almost didn't want to tell him he couldn't catch colds only to mess with a bit later, jokingly of course. But Shul didn't have the heart to not tell Sark.
"It's really nice of you to worry, but my immune system is too good for me to catch colds. The bacteria gets pummeled before it even gets near to infecting me."
Shul grinned and pondered Sark's suggestion for a second before nodding.
"Sounds good to me."

Shul facepalmed, he had made a mistake. He took a mortified expression.
"Oh no, I issued a challenge. I'm doomed."
Shul chuckled and smiled at Sark.
"But I shall stand firm behind my challenges. You, like everyone, are basically a big child. I can handle you."
Shul smirked playfully.
"And I bet I could beat you even if you flew a ship. I'm huge, and I'm fast. I should seriously show you my dragon form one day. I look really cuddly, if I do say so myself. I mean, if you could cuddle a seven storied building."

Shul laughed a bit when Sark tilted his head, obviously confused.
"I said I easily go into hypothermia, which means my body dissipates more heat than it absorbs. I think it's due to me being pretty powerful as a dragon. I remember I didn't get cold that easily before I was a teenager. But when my powers and size started increasing I suddenly needed three blankets just to sleep."
Shul shrugged nonchalantly.

Shul had never met any grown person that openly admitted they had the psyche of a toddler. Shul laughed and looked at Sark with kind of surprise and delight.
"A toddler? That changes everything. Your naptime is coming soon, we should get going. Where is the closest daycare?"
Shul looked around in a big gesture, grinning.
When Sark yet again boasted with his piloting skills Shul crossed his arms as well and raised his brow, amused.
"You're taking this seriously, aren't you?"
Shul laughed and pat Sark's shoulder lightly.
"I'm not actually going to challenge your superior flying skills. After all, I'm just a big clumsy dragon. I could never win against a genius pilot like yourself."
Shul exaggerated his tone and took the look of a loser. But second later he laughed again.

"Yes, it would definitely be more comfortable in warm water. I don't want to freeze."
Shul laughed and as a response to the word freeze a cold shiver travelled down Shul's spine, despite the wings he had wrapped around himself.

Shul chuckled and reached up to pat Sark's head, trying to look serious and failing.
"Come now, don't pout. It almost makes you look like an adult."

Shul tilted his head and grinned at Sark.
"My holy trinity is laughs, smiles and warm hugs. So don't challenge me in snuggling, because I take THAT very seriously."
Shul pointed at Sark and had a warning look on his face but he was obviously joking. Shul's face soon turned back into a grin.
"Oh, and of course hot chocolate. Though that's closer to an item of worship."

Shul had a horrified expression when Sark threatened to throw ice water on him.
"How could you, after everything I've done for you!"
Of course Shul knew Sark was joking and when he admitted he was Shul took a pouting look and glared at Sark, again failing because a grin was forming on his face.
"You better not, or I'll come back to haunt you."

Shul grinned at Sark and lifted his chin, looking proud.
"Yes I do. Get used to it."
Shul lightly elbowed Sark from between his wings.

Snuggles the fifth? Shul burst out laughing, he was loving that title a bit too much. Shul curtsied a bit to Sark's bow, snickering as he did.
"Yes, it is I, Snuggles the fifth. Bow before me, mortal."
Shul just couldn't say that title with a straight face and he laughed uncontrollably.
"Oh yes, I'll leave the holy relics to you, my loyal servant."
Shul was able to say between his cackles but couldn't even pretend to say it seriously.

When Sark pat Shul's head he flinched just a bit, almost not noticeably. It had been such a long time since someone patted Shul's head, it felt nice. Shul smirked at Sark.
"I'll be putting my life in your hands and believe you won't freeze me."