Apr 17, 2015
Dylan’s eyes narrowed as he heard the question. He didn’t understand why people cared what he was up to, but he knew he had to play nice. “One of the hippogriffs flew into a tree so he’s on the mend. What’s it to you, kid?” His voice was lower than usual since he’d been up throughout the night making sure that Goffery was okay. Yes, he named the animals; it was almost a hobby and he didn’t care who knew. His shades hung low on his face as he bent down to finish what he was doing and a slight groan came from his aching muscles and the look of 'guy who had no place to go at night' seemed to ooze off of him that day. Dylan looked up to see the kid still standing there "Can you get me a coffee if you're just going to stand around?"
