“One can be part of the crowd and still stand out,” he chimed, freeing a hand to place it against his chest as if offering himself an example, clearly not as weary as he should have been.
Even with a more human appearance, Avery still primped and preened like his life depended on it. You’d think the humans who desired the properties of dragons enough to hunt them for it would spare a compliment or two for the feathers he’d managed to cleverly disguise as regular accessories; covered with bands of gold, but the glances he received from time to time were good enough, for now.
“Mmh. But I suppose keeping a low profile wouldn’t be so bad.”
There were other things to focus on than the humans surrounding them, after all. He had Kyouhei at his side, music ringing out around them, and all the sights and smells of a festival he hadn’t experienced before.
Taking one of Kyouhei’s hands in his own – a true bonus to mingling in with the humans around them – Avery wondered out loud as they moved.
“Perhaps there’s something that’s caught your eye from the stalls, as well? It’d be a shame coming all this way, with all this effort, to not take something back with us, wouldn’t it~?”
Typical hoarder, eyes always on the shiny stuff.
“Oh, don’t worry, even all disguised like this there’s no way someone would mistake you for some common human.” He reassured, using their connected hands - and he definitely squeezed Avery’s fingers when he laced them together - to keep them out of the thick of the crowds.
He didn’t want either of them to be dragged away, after all, and he for sure didn’t want to be separated from his mate.
“I saw some of those little music boxes a few stalls back, but we can circle back to them. Something smells good, I want to check that out first before we go hunting for gold and trinkets.”