"Hey---Hey, you know, I was thinking maybe it would be best for me to just sorta--pop on out. I mean, it's not like it isn't an easy mistake to make, huh? Aheh--!"
It really was too, to the point of being unfair. How many people in the world could possibly be named 'Sebastian' and be an orphan of a sort AND have the same personality AND look the same as the one he knew AND sound the same AND have the same mannerisms AND be wandering around in the jungle claiming to have been taken in by someone named 'Tarot'. It was simply unfair to lable it as a coincidence and that was the testimony that the treasure hunter was sticking with as he looked into the immense face of his captor. Everything, until this point, had been so simple and pleasant and now, here he was begging for his life for a misunderstanding of all things!
He wasn't even the actual bad guy in this instance!
It didn't stop him from being wound up and up around the waist by the tip of the thick, scaled tail. Nor did it keep him from getting his face jabbed by the nose of his captor (which took up all of his vision in that moment with its enormity) and left Tarot a bit frazzled. The one holding him was having far, far too much fun with this. Tarot knew this guy too and he knew that he was enjoying himself and he personally hated that fact, Not that he hated Kenny but he'd had enough run-ins with the naga to know how this wuold inevitably end. Kenny would hypnotise him and likely leave him someplace or toss him out of the jungle or something. There was, of course, one key difference this time--ah but I'm getting ahead of myself.
Our hero had been in this jungle on numerous occasions and never had he heard anything about a feral child, nor had he heard anything about a Monkey King. Kenny had always been mum on all of those points and the forest was vast and deep and it made perfect sense that their paths wouldn't have crossed. Probably for the best too, though if they had crossed or if Kenny had mentioned that either of these two people were a 'thing' then they wouldn't be in this mess--or rather Tarot wouldn't be in this mess. You see, when a man hears the young kid that he's taken in under his wing is suddenly here in the jungle, calling some monkey son of a bitch his 'father', it leaves one a little bit pissed. Tarot knew all too well what kind of weird magical things a person could do to warp the mind of another and he'd sought out his young friend to save him.
He had too! For about five minutes at least. Having secured the struggling and kicking Sebastian, Tarot had been making his way out of the jungle with his friend in tow when the naga had intercepted him. And by 'intercepted' one could suppose the word meant 'snapped off the branch Tarot had just landed on and let him fall while simultaneously catching and releasing Sebastian'. That had been a dirty pull on its own. The dirtier pull came from the fact that Kenny had dropped him into the bowl and petals of a flower called affectionately in the wizard community Prediminis Violaceae.
Of course, Tarot didn't know that was the name of the large perwinkle-pettaled blossom that was just large enough to wrap its petals around him. He also didn't know that it was more commonly known as the 'Shrinking Violet' and that it was not a native to this jungle but that after the third or fourth poacher that had gotten ensnared by it, Kenny had figured out what it did to great effect.
"They say," Kenny smugly mused, holding Tarot up to his eyes with the tip of his tail for a moment before unrolling him like a yo-yo and then rolling him back up again. "That the flower was planted here by a 'giant' that the monnkeys said comes around here every so often. I've never seen him but eh, so long as he doesn't make a mess, I don't mind." Tarot gasped for air as he was almost dropped again before caught and yanked up once more. He wasn't having a good time, not like Kenny clearly was. He was getting dizzy and thirsty. At his current height of no more than three or four inches, the treasure seeker found Kenny's voice to be extremely loud, even at the quiet tone the naga was using--not to mention the musky smell coming from the naga which normally was...pleasant was now a bit much.
"Kenny, you have to believe me. If I had known it wasn't--"
"Up-bup-bup. You see, I didn't mind you coming around here because I figured you were harmless too. A lot of fun to wrap up and you kept me on the tip of my tail at times--" he tossed Tarot into the air and snagged him with said tip right out of the sudden rise, letting him dangle over his face now, "But you crossed a line. I told you to leave well enough alone but you just couldn't, could you...?"
"Kenny I didn't--uagh...."
At this size, Kenny's eyes were nearly full-body mirrors. That made it not only impossible to avoid seeing the spiral of colors that cut him off from pseaking but entirely unable to resist them. There was nothing else in his line of sight. It was simply a wash of those scintilating swirls of mind-numbing pulses. His face almost immediately went slack, so deeply entranced that his smile parted into a goofy grin and a tiny hint of drool caught in the corner of his mouth.
"So I'm thinking maybe its time I crossed a line too. Just this once..." Oh but he did look smug. His eyes half-lidded, still roiling in those captivating colors as he lowered Tarot closer and closer. His formked tongue slid out and pressed against the tiny captive, Tarot's dazed face pressed against the large muscle, his hands limply pushing on its out of reflex as he was held there. The tongue curled around his chin almost in a caress. The lips parted, corners tilted up to continue grinning as his tail slowly, very slowly, undid itself from around the treasure hunter, letting him slide onto the tongue and past the teeth.
Tarot regained his senses just in time to look back and see the sharp fangs closing behind him and the slick appendage wrap around him and draw him back from the teeth...
"So, the fake Tarot is gone?"
"And he won't be coming back?"
"Alright. Thanks, Kenny. I don't know why dad says you're so dangerous."
"I haven't the foggiest either," the naga replied with an innocent shrug of his broad shoulders, fingers drumming on his stomach as he lounged on one of his many favorite sunning spots. "Now I need a nap--" his tail looped around Sebastian, yanking him close, nose to nose, as his eyes burst into those shifting hues--Sebastian, too surprised to resist, soon was lost in their colors as the coil wrapped around him more and more. "So why don't we rest here for a bit, hmm? I need to...eh-- 'process' everything that's happened today."
"Hok--aay--" the young man nodded, yawning, eyes drooping and smile widening. "Jus'...minughts..."