open to anyone at pansy’s party by the lake
how his soon to be step sister got her hand on so many model dragons he’ll never know, but the idea appears to have charmed the entire guest list, himself included. he watches the way it comes at him every time he tries to touch it, moving around in the palm of his hand, trying to nip the tip of his finger. “feisty little buggers aren’t they?” he takes his attention away from the hungarian horntail for less than a second, but it’s enough for the small creature to pierce his skin. he hisses in shock, pulling his hand back all too quickly in a knee jerk reaction that sends the minute dragon flying into the nest of hair of a unknown wix. he can’t help the laugh that follows, reaching over for his companion as his fingers curl gently around their wrist and tugs them around to take cover behind the old oak tree. “if that turns ugly later, you tell no one about it. take it to your grave for my sake, yeah?”
