Being unceremoniously dropped into a new world is bad enough, but he’s barely here a day, and already this place is messing with him. He’s gone from perfectly himself to not-so-perfectly-infused by crocodilian aspects and an unbearable heat under his skin. Great curving horns sprout from just behind his temples, heavy and making his neck ache. Thick plated scales along his chest and shoulders have grown in as well, but the worst offender is the massive crocodile tail that hangs long enough to drag the ground wherever he walks. It’s too heavy to carry lifted, unwieldy with unfamiliarity. Another new limb he’s going to have to learn. Wonderful.

And then there’s the heat. It flushes his face and neck, makes his body feel strange. There’s a kind of tug between his ribs like he’s meant to seek something out, but only the Six know what that is. He’s not even going to think, not even consider, the fact it’s rapidly spreading to his groin too.

Logically, Ravus thinks, he must simply need to cool down. And if he’s half-crocodile at this point, then a large body of water is the answer. Yes, that makes sense. He’ll just slip into the water, shake this heat, then get back to figuring out what the hell went wrong.

So that’s how Prompto will find him. Almost entirely submerged in the river, desperately trying to will away an erection his condition with sheer determination and cold water. The slopes of his heavy horns loom over the water, and his DTF lies on the shoreline making fun of him for looking the part of a proper gator.

Vesper lifts his head to call the blond over the moment he spots him.

“Spots, c’mere! Like the real thing, huh?” The unicorn nods to where Ravus is leering at him from just barely over the water’s surface. “He’s being a grouchy sahagin.”