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“It doesn’t have to be physical objects. It can be animals. There’s even a dragon whose hoard is the stars. They live in an observatory.”
Milo raised a brow. “That sounds pretty rad, actually.”
“A hoard is whatever your heart latches on to the most. What brings you joy. What you want to protect and would fight fiercely to make sure stays yours.”
He watched Milo contemplate this information before an unholy gleam entered his eyes. “So what you’re saying…is that a hoard is what you feel most protective of? What you love the most in the whole world? And since I’m a dragon, this is mine to choose?”
“Yes,” Rowan said slowly. “I mean, some people say the hoard chooses the dragon. It’s not actually conscious.”
“It’s settled, then!” Milo chirped. “My old peeps are my hoard. Your building is a display building for dragons and their hoards. Which means, logically, my peeps can just continue living there, displayed…because I’m a dragon, right?”
“W-wait…” Rowan stuttered. “That isn’t what I said.”
“But it’s what I heard.”
“You have to pay for a space!”
“I’m sure I can work out a loan. And this fixes both our problems!”
Rowan’s temple was throbbing. “You’re not even registered as a dragon.”
“Pssh! Easy! I’ll just call them. Hey, dragon missed over here!”
“You have to prove it. You can’t just turn up there and say it. There are customs and behaviors. You have to be able to shift!”
“Uh-huh.”
“Milo—”
“So we should do this again. The dragon lessons.”
“I don’t—”
“What’s your address?”
Rowan answered on autopilot, his brain not catching up to how bad an idea that was until the words had already left his mouth. “Wait, that’s not where I live!”
“I guess we’ll find out tomorrow when I visit. Around noon?” Milo reached forward and frisked Rowan for his phone, pointing it at his scandalized face to unlock it before calling himself. He tossed the phone back and took another sip of his drink before looking down at his watch. “That’s my fifteen. Gotta get back. Thanks, Douchedragon!”
And he waltzed off without a second look, leaving Rowan shell-shocked on the pavement.
“Don’t call me Douchedragon!”
Notes:
I Love Titties Club Memberships Open!
Must: Love Big Bazoongas, Small Bazoonkers, and every titty in between. No titty will be left behind.
Mustn’t: Look at Rowan Rangecroft’s titties. Looking at Rowan’s titties will result in immediate expulsion from the club.
All other titty-loving welcome.
President Milo
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