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[ The dragonling eyes them both, tail twitching, but she doesn't move. Bull casually drapes his arm around Jim, over his shoulders, hand settling on his arm. ]

There, see Dawnstone? Nothing to worry about.

[ She snuffles, a bit of smoke curling out of her nose, but shifts on the couch to curl her tail around her legs. Much less likely to pounce, that's good. ]

I have no idea what that means, you know.

_{[ All right, so the dragon had a name. He didn't know why he thought it hadn't, but one thinks of dogs and cats having names, not... dragons. He slid his own arm around Bull's back, not knowing if that would make a difference or not, but it would get more of the other's smell on him, right? ]}

Dawnstone, huh? S'pretty name.

_{[ He smiled at the dragon, as if his charm could win over such a creature as well as it did the two-legged variety. ]}

It's from a really, really old cartoon. I'll show it to you sometime. You know what a cartoon is?

_{[ A perfectly normal conversation to be having while the deer-sized dragon glowered from the couch. ]}

[ Most dragons don't, to be fair. Most dragons aren't also being raised in someone's apartment.

Dawnstone growls, but it seems less menacing, somehow. ]

Those drawings that move, right?

[ He's still working on it; there's a learning curve. ]

Pretty name for a pretty girl, [ he croons over to the dragon. She chirps back, deciding to lumber off the couch and come over to rub her head on his leg, a bit like a large cat. ] Yeah, that's a good girl.

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Very firm and tight today from working out.

Are you aware the scientific name is 'gluteus maximus'? Sounds Tevene.

Yeah, that's them. Traditionally they are watched on Saturday mornings with cereal.

_{[ There's a small flip of his stomach as the dragon comes closer, the
natural reaction to something quite that big and armed with numerous tools
for evisceration coming closer. But over that was an admiration for the way
she moved, the sleek shine of scales, wondering if she felt smooth or
rough.]}

Can I touch her now? Any parts I should avoid? I'd like to keep all my fingers by the time I leave.

Worried all this fried food is going to get to you?

It does sound Tevene. Should start calling Dorian one, see what happens.

Maker, yes. Have you tried the fried chicken yet? You can get buckets of it. Buckets!

You'll have to do all the name-calling. I may be trusting him with my hair and I don't want to end up bald. Do tell me how it turns out, though.

Some of it. They have all sorts of flavors. It's great.

I'll let you know. Luckily I'm getting pretty good at dodging blasts of fire.

Let her smell you, but as long as she doesn't try to take a chunk out or let you on fire, then you're good to touch.

[ Dawnstone chirrups again, already moving to sniff at Jim's legs. ]

Careful around the face and those spots on her back that raise up, by the shoulders; her wings'll grow in there.

Not the best day to leave the fireproof jeans at home, then.

_{[ Keeping still seemed like a very good idea right now, which was
exactly what he did. ]}

How big will she actually get?

_{[ Somehow, it didn't seem likely that their new benefactors would let
someone keep a full-sized dragon, much less let them wander the skies of
their quiet little town. Burning down their quaint little town seemed like
a bad idea in terms of meeting their quotes, though the trauma might
encourage a lot of hugging.}

Licking his lips he reached out, making sure she could see his hand before brushing his fingers over her shoulder. ]

Well now I want to try them all. If my figure suffers it's your fault.

So you're used to having fireballs flung your way, then?

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Bull, you have anything strong enough to blind a man in that collection of yours? [ Yes, he is assuming Bull already has massed a collection of alcohol. Don't fail him now. ]

Do you have a pair?

[ He wants a pair of fireproof pants... ]

Bigger than some of the buildings out there, when she's fully grown. But that takes centuries.

[ So really nothing to worry about.

The dragonling turns her head at the touch to sniff at his arm now, chirruping curiously. Bull chuckles, watching her investigate with clear fondness. ]

Don't worry, I'll help you work it off.

You do remember the shit the Inquisition gets up to, right?

[ Well, he's not wrong. ]

Absinthe. It's bright green and I've been told not to drink it straight.

I take it you saw- [ "the dead guy on the network" ] your friend.

Saw him before that actually, on the beach. [ He can imagine how that went. ] Tried drinking myself into a stupor, didn't quite work. Needed something stronger it seems.

Well, come on over and we'll see what this shit can do.

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You seem pretty confident in your abilities.

And point taken.

You haven't tried it yet? [ Yes, he is coming right now. ]

I am confident in my abilities. There's a difference.

Plus I have a dragonling in my apartment.

Nah. Figured I'd save it.

Good that you did. I will be there shortly.

[ they're gonna fucking die ]

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