To all the dragons
What's everyone's favourite foods?
I know I asked for asks, but please keep it to one character.
Zideon: I love eating fugu but I don't get the chance to try it very often!
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To all the dragons
What's everyone's favourite foods?
I know I asked for asks, but please keep it to one character.
Zideon: I love eating fugu but I don't get the chance to try it very often!
For Sera
If you had to tolerate one other dragon besides Syd, which would it be?
Sera: None. None of them.
Unannounced
(Story Post)
“Dr Ix!” Köbi said, swinging the front door open. “You actually came by!” “Yes, well, I… I don't mean to intrude…” Ix stood outside in a casual olive polo and shorts, their hair a bit ruffled. They regarded Köbi with a bit of surprise. “I am however glad to see you in good spirits. I heard from Gardi you needed some time off.” “Yeah, I, uh…” Köbi rubbed the back of his head. “I needed a mental health break… Honestly, I feel really bad disappearing so suddenly.” “No, no. If you need a break, by all means!” Ix was nervously gripping a small bouquet of pink flowers. “Sydryn is here, yes? I believe they answered the bell.” “Yes, yes!” Köbi nodded quickly. “They're just freshening up. Come inside and sit down.” “I know what this looks like,” Ix said, stepping inside, motioning to the flowers. “This is just a small ‘Get well’ gift, and my research says it's only appropriate to bring a gift when a guest in someone else's home on Earth.” “I understand. Syd will love them,” Köbi assured them.
What’s Sera’s favorite color?
Kard: Wow, that's fucking racist.
Sera: You know EXACTLY what I mean! Fuck off!
The Straw
(Story Post)
After a long day of work, the last thing Sydryn wanted to see was their refrigerator items strewn across the kitchen counters and floor while their sibling took a nap at the kitchen table. There were also several grocery bags among the catastrophe, heaped and overflowing with countless fluffy pink pastries. “What in the world is going on here?” Sydryn demanded, loud and stern enough to startle Seranan awake. “Sissy! What, oh…” Seranan sat up and looked around. “Oh, yes. I was just doing some reorganising… But then I got tired and took a nap, I guess.” “Reorganising my refrigerator? Full of my food?” Sydryn snarled. “Why in the world would you do this? Not to mention, you left the refrigerator door wide open!” “D'uh. How else would I access it during lengthy grocery reorganisation?” Seranan asked, propping up their head. “And I did it to fit in my groceries.” Sydryn picked up one of the shopping bags and held it open. “This is entirely roll cakes!” “Yes. Disgusting, I know. You can blame your little angel for introducing me. Now I have a wicked craving all the time,” Seranan groaned. “Don't blame Köbi for this! When did you even go out and get nine bags of these? You're not to leave the house!” Seranan rolled their eyes and tapped their phone on the table. “They have grocery delivery apps now. Join us in the 21st century, Sissy.” Sydryn fumed. “You of all dragons did not just tell me to modernise...” “Just because I'm a history hoarder does not mean I don't know how to use the internet,” Seranan huffed. Sydryn threw the grocery bag down and pointed to the hall. “Get out of my kitchen immediately!” Seranan rolled their eyes and got up, cradling their underbelly like it was such a struggle. “I bought them for you too, you know. The angel said they’re your favourite.” “Stop talking to Köbi!” Sydryn snarled.
Disobedience
(Story Post)
“You aren't seriously considering doing that, are you?” Seranan protested. “Why do I even try to trust you not to eavesdrop?” Sydryn asked. After Sydryn and Kardynkyr's private conversation, Seranan had to make their opinion heard. Köbi was cleaning up after dinner, but he wasn't likely to be out of the loop for too long. “You really think Azeros is going to allow this?” Seranan said. “You don't just terminate a pregnancy. We all have a duty to follow through with.” Sydryn shook their head. “Seranan, I am a doctor. It is my job to take care of people. If Akiaziri needs my help, then I must do everything in my power to help them.”
Kardynkyr
(Story Post)
“An angel?” One of the demons sneered. “What is that thing doing here?” “I live here,” Köbi huffed. “Mm… That's odd,” the dragon identified as Kardynkyr expressed. “What happened to the demon I left here?” “No demons live here anymore,” Köbi stated. Kardynkyr frowned. “That's a pity.” “What are you doing here, Kard?” Seranan hissed. They’d taken on a defensive position, claws out, ready for a fight. “What, I can't pay a visit to my dear auntie?” Kardynkyr asked. “Sissy doesn't take guests, especially not dragons,” Seranan stated. “Clearly there are exceptions,” Kardynkyr said, tipping their head towards their parent. “At least I asked for permission,” Seranan said. “This is breaking and entering.” “Nothing’s broken,” Kardynkyr said. They pet their demons’ heads. “That’s what they're for.” “So, are we taking them?” the demon to their left asked. Kardynkyr tilted their head. “Hm, I'm not sure.”
Man, carrying eggs for 18 whole months sounds awful.
Sydryn: Understatement of the century. Seranan: Absolutely abysmal. Dreadful. Atrocious.