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A pained hiss passed through the skunk's teeth as he stretched his arms above his head.
"Stiff back?" Words from the tiger next to him, equal parts ribbing and concern.
"Sure feels like it..." Blanc turned around to look at his workout buddy. "Maybe I'm not keeping up with my stretches as much as I should."
"Or maybe y'could use a good kneadin'. Here, look at this." The tiger whipped out his phone, turning the screen towards Blanc. A website for a wellness resort within the city, not even that far away from where he lived. Blanc put the tip of his index finger against the screen, scrolling down as he read the page. Eventually, the text gave way to a photo of a handsome-looking eastern dragon. Dark gray scales, long white hair, green eyes with black sclerae, dressed in a white tank top and khaki pants, casually posing with one hand on his hip as he gave a warm and inviting smile.
The skunk looked up from the phone, meeting the tiger's expectant grin. "I could hook ya up, getcha an appointment with 'im as early as this afternoon. Guy's got magic hands, trust me."
The exchange from that morning played on repeat in Blanc's head as he lay face-down on the massage table, a pair of callused hands firmly-yet-gently working their way up and down his back, loosening knots he didn't even realize he had until the dragon's thumbs expertly zeroed in on them, pressing down... down... down... until all the discomfort evaporated into thin air.
Magic hands, indeed... He'd practically melted into the table, the thirty minutes seeming to have passed by in a flash when the dragon's smooth voice filled the dimly-lit room: "There we are, sir. I hope that was a restorative experience for you."
Still kind of out of it, Blanc could only hum a muffled affirmative in response before slowly pushing himself up on all fours. "I'll be leaving you to it, then." The dragon added. "Take your time getting your bearings and getting dressed, and I'll see you outside."
That was when the skunk remembered another facet of his conversation at the gym. "Wait. Just one thing..."
"Yes?"
"Is, uh... god, this is gonna sound really weird out of context, but are you really secretly a ninja?"
Once again, silence filled the room. Awkward silence. The two of them looking at each other for several seconds as the dragon mulled over the question before breaking out into an unexpected chuckle.
"Ah, that tiger and his embellishments of my person... Just between you and me, sir, you might be better off not blindly believing what others have to say about their fellow man. Well then, I'll be at the reception desk outside."
A wave of the hand, and the dragon left the room, closing the door behind himself and leaving Blanc to ponder his response as he put on his clothes.
12 o'clock. Dead of night. For some reason, that was the kind of time the follow-up appointment was scheduled. Blanc had questioned it, of course, but the resort was completely booked for months in advance at any more reasonable hour, so it was either this or staying awake until 3 AM. Still, whatever hunch he had led him to put on his gi before heading out — the resort fortunately didn't have a "no shoes, no shirt, no service" policy, as far as he could tell.
As he opened the door to the yoga room, he was welcomed by complete darkness inside, with only a small area in the very center of the room still having any sort of visibility. Curiosity winning out over his better judgement, he steeled himself before stepping in...
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"Stiff back?" Words from the tiger next to him, equal parts ribbing and concern.
"Sure feels like it..." Blanc turned around to look at his workout buddy. "Maybe I'm not keeping up with my stretches as much as I should."
"Or maybe y'could use a good kneadin'. Here, look at this." The tiger whipped out his phone, turning the screen towards Blanc. A website for a wellness resort within the city, not even that far away from where he lived. Blanc put the tip of his index finger against the screen, scrolling down as he read the page. Eventually, the text gave way to a photo of a handsome-looking eastern dragon. Dark gray scales, long white hair, green eyes with black sclerae, dressed in a white tank top and khaki pants, casually posing with one hand on his hip as he gave a warm and inviting smile.
The skunk looked up from the phone, meeting the tiger's expectant grin. "I could hook ya up, getcha an appointment with 'im as early as this afternoon. Guy's got magic hands, trust me."
* * *The exchange from that morning played on repeat in Blanc's head as he lay face-down on the massage table, a pair of callused hands firmly-yet-gently working their way up and down his back, loosening knots he didn't even realize he had until the dragon's thumbs expertly zeroed in on them, pressing down... down... down... until all the discomfort evaporated into thin air.
Magic hands, indeed... He'd practically melted into the table, the thirty minutes seeming to have passed by in a flash when the dragon's smooth voice filled the dimly-lit room: "There we are, sir. I hope that was a restorative experience for you."
Still kind of out of it, Blanc could only hum a muffled affirmative in response before slowly pushing himself up on all fours. "I'll be leaving you to it, then." The dragon added. "Take your time getting your bearings and getting dressed, and I'll see you outside."
That was when the skunk remembered another facet of his conversation at the gym. "Wait. Just one thing..."
"Yes?"
"Is, uh... god, this is gonna sound really weird out of context, but are you really secretly a ninja?"
Once again, silence filled the room. Awkward silence. The two of them looking at each other for several seconds as the dragon mulled over the question before breaking out into an unexpected chuckle.
"Ah, that tiger and his embellishments of my person... Just between you and me, sir, you might be better off not blindly believing what others have to say about their fellow man. Well then, I'll be at the reception desk outside."
A wave of the hand, and the dragon left the room, closing the door behind himself and leaving Blanc to ponder his response as he put on his clothes.
* * *12 o'clock. Dead of night. For some reason, that was the kind of time the follow-up appointment was scheduled. Blanc had questioned it, of course, but the resort was completely booked for months in advance at any more reasonable hour, so it was either this or staying awake until 3 AM. Still, whatever hunch he had led him to put on his gi before heading out — the resort fortunately didn't have a "no shoes, no shirt, no service" policy, as far as he could tell.
As he opened the door to the yoga room, he was welcomed by complete darkness inside, with only a small area in the very center of the room still having any sort of visibility. Curiosity winning out over his better judgement, he steeled himself before stepping in...
Blanc belongs to
chuninlazyguyArt drawn by
crassir
Category All / All
Species Eastern Dragon
Size 2283 x 1614px
File Size 3.88 MB
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