Fox looked back at the dragon for a second, having never met him before. "What's your name, dragon?" Fox asked, slowly putting the plane into a dive to land.
FT coughed a bit and shuddered as he dried himself off. "Um...FT." He responded. He didn't tell Fox his last name, Oikonny, because he feared Fox's reaction to it. As the name implied, he was related to Andross Oikonny. In fact, FT was Andross' son.
"FT, huh? That's it? No last name." Fox asked curiously.
The dragon quickly came up with a lie. "I have a last name, it's what the T stands for. The F is my first name...I just...don't remember what they stand for." FT explained, lying through his teeth.
Fox nodded and sighed a bit. "That's sad. I take it you know who I am?" He asked, coming close to a small landing pad near the edge of the village.
FT nodded again and smiled. "Fox McCloud. Everyone knows you."
Fox giggled and slowly brought the ship to a stop on the landing pad, the plane jerking as it touched down. "I bought this little mountain retreat a few years ago. I like to come here after tough missions." Fox explained, nodding to a rather large building in front of them as Fox unstrapped himself from the seat.
FT looked at the house and climbed out of the Arwing after Fox, following him into the building. "Make yourself at home." Fox said, smiling.
FT nodded and began removing his wet clothes. Once he was finally nude, he looked up and saw Fox staring at him. FT blushed and sat down on the couch, Fox still staring at him. Suddenly, Fox began removing his clothes. "Do you mind?" Fox asked, becoming erect.
FT shook his head. "I have to repay you somehow..."
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