[He's letting his new shoulder buddy nibble on his hand (well, "nibble" might be something of an understatement, but it's fine, his gloves are pretty thick) when a stranger manages to sneak up on him. He jumps, spinning around to defend himselfβ] I've been trying to get rid of them, but... I...
[that sure is a fat orange dragon
... okay, it's not like he's never seen a dragon before, so he shakes himself out of that pretty quickly at least. He scoffs, trying to act like he wasn't just staring like an idiot there and that there isn't still a bird-dragon trying to eat one of his fingers. That's not important.]
They're persistent, I guess. [but seriously tho, he's going to point at the big orange dragon in the room] What's that thing supposed to be?
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[that sure is a fat orange dragon
... okay, it's not like he's never seen a dragon before, so he shakes himself out of that pretty quickly at least. He scoffs, trying to act like he wasn't just staring like an idiot there and that there isn't still a bird-dragon trying to eat one of his fingers. That's not important.]
They're persistent, I guess. [but seriously tho, he's going to point at the big orange dragon in the room] What's that thing supposed to be?