*Finally changed into dry clothes and hanging the last of his sopping wet outfit in front of the fire to dry, Adam flops onto the couch. He smiles the smile of the well and truly happily tired.*
*She did promise, and although she knows it's silly to think about keeping another dragon... PUFF is PREGNANT. What if it's purple? Frowning, she leans her forehead against his shoulder and refuses to look at him.*
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I promise. You're entirely too warm, and I don't want to be knocked off your lap by your helpless flailing.
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*It's possible he sounds peacefully smug about this.*
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They seem happy, don't they?
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No, though they do, and I am happy for them as well.
But I meant the dragons.
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Oh, god.
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*Blinking innocently, she smiles.*
It's a sign of affection, really. Maybe.
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Okay, first? Promise me. No more pets. Right?
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*Alarmed, Alanna furrows her brow.*
But what happens if one of them dies?
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*As tempting as it may be to say so.*
But, say, the immediate future. Given nothing happening to any of the current pets.
Unless it's the urchin.
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*Alanna is more than a little suspicious. Therefore she shifts in his lap and looks him in the eye.*
I feel it would be prudent to point out that I am not responsible for the urchin. Or Puff, really, though I welcomed her gladly.
*Because, DRAGON.*
Yes, Adam. I realize we are nearing the breaking point, space wise.
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Good. Thank you.
Because there's going to be a baby dragon.
*Or two. Or more! Don't tell Adam.*
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REALLY?!?! Puff? And Lockheed? Goddess, that's WONDERFUL.
*This is possibly not the reaction Adam was hoping for.*
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Alanna.
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*Still beaming, she tugs on his shirt again, effectively rocking him back and forth in her excitement.*
I wonder what color it will be.
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Alanna!
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*She gives him an odd look, then smiles.*
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But...
*She did promise, and although she knows it's silly to think about keeping another dragon... PUFF is PREGNANT. What if it's purple? Frowning, she leans her forehead against his shoulder and refuses to look at him.*
No space. I know.
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*She nods against his shoulder. Yup, still sulking.*
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I love you?
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Was that a question?
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Besides, I could hardly sneak more than one to Olau.
*She concedes the battle. Only time will tell if she concedes the war.*
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