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[#084] New Friend (original)
Theme Prompt: #84 - Dragons
Title: New Friend
Fandom: Original
Rating/Warnings: G / some language
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 959
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"What the hell is that?"
"I should've thought even you would recognize a dragon when you see one."
He started blankly at the two creatures – things – huddled on the rocks of his little sedum garden. One of them was supposed to be there. The other one, most definitely not. He hadn't brought it, in fact he had never even seen it before.
And yet there they both were. At a quick glance or in poor light they could've been mistaken for a pair of cats, but such a mistake was pretty much impossible when seeing them in the glow of the late afternoon sun. Both sported a pair of wings folded loosely over the back and both had a tail, but where the gargoyle was stocky the dragon was more slender and elongated in all respects, particularly in the head and neck. It had two legs instead of four, and an extremely long tail that was decorously wrapped around its powerful, scaled feet.
It tilted its head a little and returned his stare, then opened its mouth slightly to reveal a neat row of needle-like teeth. He sighed.
"All right. A dragon, then." He leveled a stern look at the ever-smug gargoyle. "Where did you find him – uh, or is it 'her'?"
"He's a he," the gargoyle replied indignantly, "of course."
"Well excuse me if I cannot immediately tell whether a dragon should be called he or she when I've never seen one of either sex before!" he shot back. "Or does that perhaps mean you don't ever play with girls and I should somehow know that?"
"Aren't you testy today!" The gargoyle managed to look reproachful. "He must now be thinking I'm a liar because I told him you're nice and friendly and not at all like people usually are."
"Look, haven't you learned yet that I'm far more nice and friendly when I don't have to deal with this kind of surprises?"
The gargoyle merely snorted. He sighed again and looked at the dragon who gave him an extremely slanted look in return. "Okay... my apologies, Mr. Dragon. I'm just tired, and that friend of yours has obviously been going about in broad daylight, again, even though I've told him a hundred times that he must not do that!"
The dragon seemed to consider the words for a while, then gave him a gracious nod. He shuddered slightly.
"He doesn't talk?"
"Dragons don't talk!"
He heard the 'of course' clearly enough even though it was not said aloud, but decided to let it pass.
"I see. And I suppose you've also invited him over for dinner?"
There was no mistaking the sudden eager glint in two pairs of black eyes, and he raised a finger in warning. "But not yet! You'll get some but only when it's dark. And if you try to come begging before that I swear I won't ever buy another tin again, even if you grawed my legs off!"
He turned without waiting for a reply and walked to the front door. There he had to stop to dig the key from his pocket, and he took the opportunity to steal a peek at the sedum garden. To his great satisfaction he saw the two figures still in exactly the same poses as when he'd walked in through the gate.
He shook his head as he kicked off his shoes and went into the kitchen, put the kettle on and began to make dinner for himself. Outside, the light of the setting sun was waning. With a shrug he dug two tins of cat food from the closet, opened them and knocked the contents on two plates.
"A dragon, huh?" he muttered to himself as he put the plates on the counter to wait. "Looks like they're not as big as I thought they'd be... oh no!"
He rushed to the front door and all but ran out.
"You two, get indoors this instant!" he hissed. "And tell your new friend he's not to do that!"
"You're so boring," the gargoyle snarled. "I wanted to see how he does it!"
"You're totally hopeless," he groaned as he ushered the creatures towards the door ahead of him. "How many times do I have to explain it to you? That you must not draw any attention to yourself? And that applies to both of you!"
"But other people have all sorts of lanterns and outdoor fires in their gardens..."
"Lanterns and outdoor fires, yes, but no bloody flamethrowers – not even small ones! Keep moving!"
He got them safely inside and into the kitchen. The dragon looked curiously around, its head turning in distinctly snakelike movements, and he noticed that the inside of its mouth was still glowing faintly, as if there was an ember on its tongue. He rolled his eyes.
"Don't do it indoors, you hear me? No fires!"
Again the scaly head tilted and the dragon seemed to consider the suggestion. He turned to the gargoyle. "You – make sure your friend doesn't do anything stupid!"
"I can try..."
"Don't get coy with me! You said earlier that you've 'told' things to him, so the two of you understand each other. This is my house and I don't want it to burn because I need a place to live. Understood?"
"Yes, yes..."
"All right then."
He put the plates on the floor and leaned against the countertop to watch two portions of 'Succulent Salmon in Gravy' swiftly disappear, accompanied by happy little snorts and grunts and much licking.
"I really need to start looking for a new house," he said, more to himself than to his dinner guests. "A house somewhere far away and with no neighbors or anything at least within a mile."
Title: New Friend
Fandom: Original
Rating/Warnings: G / some language
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 959
======
"What the hell is that?"
"I should've thought even you would recognize a dragon when you see one."
He started blankly at the two creatures – things – huddled on the rocks of his little sedum garden. One of them was supposed to be there. The other one, most definitely not. He hadn't brought it, in fact he had never even seen it before.
And yet there they both were. At a quick glance or in poor light they could've been mistaken for a pair of cats, but such a mistake was pretty much impossible when seeing them in the glow of the late afternoon sun. Both sported a pair of wings folded loosely over the back and both had a tail, but where the gargoyle was stocky the dragon was more slender and elongated in all respects, particularly in the head and neck. It had two legs instead of four, and an extremely long tail that was decorously wrapped around its powerful, scaled feet.
It tilted its head a little and returned his stare, then opened its mouth slightly to reveal a neat row of needle-like teeth. He sighed.
"All right. A dragon, then." He leveled a stern look at the ever-smug gargoyle. "Where did you find him – uh, or is it 'her'?"
"He's a he," the gargoyle replied indignantly, "of course."
"Well excuse me if I cannot immediately tell whether a dragon should be called he or she when I've never seen one of either sex before!" he shot back. "Or does that perhaps mean you don't ever play with girls and I should somehow know that?"
"Aren't you testy today!" The gargoyle managed to look reproachful. "He must now be thinking I'm a liar because I told him you're nice and friendly and not at all like people usually are."
"Look, haven't you learned yet that I'm far more nice and friendly when I don't have to deal with this kind of surprises?"
The gargoyle merely snorted. He sighed again and looked at the dragon who gave him an extremely slanted look in return. "Okay... my apologies, Mr. Dragon. I'm just tired, and that friend of yours has obviously been going about in broad daylight, again, even though I've told him a hundred times that he must not do that!"
The dragon seemed to consider the words for a while, then gave him a gracious nod. He shuddered slightly.
"He doesn't talk?"
"Dragons don't talk!"
He heard the 'of course' clearly enough even though it was not said aloud, but decided to let it pass.
"I see. And I suppose you've also invited him over for dinner?"
There was no mistaking the sudden eager glint in two pairs of black eyes, and he raised a finger in warning. "But not yet! You'll get some but only when it's dark. And if you try to come begging before that I swear I won't ever buy another tin again, even if you grawed my legs off!"
He turned without waiting for a reply and walked to the front door. There he had to stop to dig the key from his pocket, and he took the opportunity to steal a peek at the sedum garden. To his great satisfaction he saw the two figures still in exactly the same poses as when he'd walked in through the gate.
He shook his head as he kicked off his shoes and went into the kitchen, put the kettle on and began to make dinner for himself. Outside, the light of the setting sun was waning. With a shrug he dug two tins of cat food from the closet, opened them and knocked the contents on two plates.
"A dragon, huh?" he muttered to himself as he put the plates on the counter to wait. "Looks like they're not as big as I thought they'd be... oh no!"
He rushed to the front door and all but ran out.
"You two, get indoors this instant!" he hissed. "And tell your new friend he's not to do that!"
"You're so boring," the gargoyle snarled. "I wanted to see how he does it!"
"You're totally hopeless," he groaned as he ushered the creatures towards the door ahead of him. "How many times do I have to explain it to you? That you must not draw any attention to yourself? And that applies to both of you!"
"But other people have all sorts of lanterns and outdoor fires in their gardens..."
"Lanterns and outdoor fires, yes, but no bloody flamethrowers – not even small ones! Keep moving!"
He got them safely inside and into the kitchen. The dragon looked curiously around, its head turning in distinctly snakelike movements, and he noticed that the inside of its mouth was still glowing faintly, as if there was an ember on its tongue. He rolled his eyes.
"Don't do it indoors, you hear me? No fires!"
Again the scaly head tilted and the dragon seemed to consider the suggestion. He turned to the gargoyle. "You – make sure your friend doesn't do anything stupid!"
"I can try..."
"Don't get coy with me! You said earlier that you've 'told' things to him, so the two of you understand each other. This is my house and I don't want it to burn because I need a place to live. Understood?"
"Yes, yes..."
"All right then."
He put the plates on the floor and leaned against the countertop to watch two portions of 'Succulent Salmon in Gravy' swiftly disappear, accompanied by happy little snorts and grunts and much licking.
"I really need to start looking for a new house," he said, more to himself than to his dinner guests. "A house somewhere far away and with no neighbors or anything at least within a mile."