[off to his room they go... lazily pastes from my app again
when he opens the door, cloud will see that the walls and floor (pretend there's no bookcase in this picture but everything else is there,) are made of stone. somehow, it doesn't feel cold despite that, though that might be due to the warmth emanating from the fireplace. though the flames that flicker there aren't real, they still give off heat. similarly, the flames on the sources of light don't appear to be real. the rest of the light in the room comes from the window resting just above his desk, which always shows a field of wildflowers.
his bed sits on a thick rug, with more than a couple pillows resting near the headboard. A few feet away is an armoir, and a decoration on the wall (it's easy to tell the swords are not real). there's also a sofa near a bookcase. the spines of the fake books contained on the shelf seem to vary between books about history, politics, adventure novels, fairy tales, and mythology. the clock sitting on the wall makes a soft ticking noise every so often, adding to the noise of the crackling fireplace. a woven tapestry sits on the wall above the fireplace.
also, porridge is curled up and sleeping on the bed! hello tiny dragon.]
[ he is thinking all the other names must've been terrible. he stares at porridge some more but makes no move to approach. this is not because he is scared, this is because animals are part of the group of people who think his charisma is sometimes 2 and sometimes 20. ]
[porridge lightly headbutts him in the hand. he demands pets.]
Oh, we were traveling through a forest and we had to take shelter in a cave because of a storm once. We found his egg in there and it hatched not long after.
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[ THAT'S TOO CRYPTIC ]
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[they are so bad at this.]
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[ "it eats the pasta or it gets the snake bite again" is not an option, but it's basically what they are putting down. idiots. ]
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[for their horrible sign.]
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[ will it. ]
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when he opens the door, cloud will see that the walls and floor (pretend there's no bookcase in this picture but everything else is there,) are made of stone. somehow, it doesn't feel cold despite that, though that might be due to the warmth emanating from the fireplace. though the flames that flicker there aren't real, they still give off heat. similarly, the flames on the sources of light don't appear to be real. the rest of the light in the room comes from the window resting just above his desk, which always shows a field of wildflowers.
his bed sits on a thick rug, with more than a couple pillows resting near the headboard. A few feet away is an armoir, and a decoration on the wall (it's easy to tell the swords are not real). there's also a sofa near a bookcase. the spines of the fake books contained on the shelf seem to vary between books about history, politics, adventure novels, fairy tales, and mythology. the clock sitting on the wall makes a soft ticking noise every so often, adding to the noise of the crackling fireplace. a woven tapestry sits on the wall above the fireplace.
also, porridge is curled up and sleeping on the bed! hello tiny dragon.]
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anyway, cloud is not too nosy, so he just gives the room a cursory glance, but. dragon? a dragon?? ]
... That your pet?
[ this is much cooler than a cat ]
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but he grins, nodding.]
He's my friend, too! His name is Porridge.
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[ looks at. the dragon. it might be a baby but this still feels. disrespectful? ]
Why... that?
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[ he is thinking all the other names must've been terrible. he stares at porridge some more but makes no move to approach. this is not because he is scared, this is because animals are part of the group of people who think his charisma is sometimes 2 and sometimes 20. ]
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[after noticing him staring:]
You can pet him, if you want.
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[ but like. fine. he will go over and put a hand over the dragon. and then hesitate there. unpetting. ]
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Don't worry, I won't let him out of the room! Pretty sure he wants you to pet him, though.
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he very warily... holds out his hand to the dragon like you would a feral cat. ]
How'd you get a dragon, anyway?
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Oh, we were traveling through a forest and we had to take shelter in a cave because of a storm once. We found his egg in there and it hatched not long after.
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Didn't see any sign of the parent anywhere?
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No, we aren't sure what happened to it... But we've been raising him since that.
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Guess that explains why he's so friendly. How long has it been now?
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[ which is for murders ]
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[ he scritches the dragon under the chin? do dragons like this. porridge is getting a spa treatment. ]
Must've been weirder for him to go back.
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