“I’ve always wanted a pet.”
“This is not a pet, it’s a dragon.”
She stares in shock, surveying both me and the enormous creature nibbling my hair.
“Why?”
“I’ve always wanted a pet.”
“I’ll kill you!”
“What?! Why?”
“That is not a pet, Cal, that’s a dragon!”
“Dragons can pet pets.”
“I. Will. Kill. You.”
“We have so much space, I’ll take care of it, it’ll be fine.”
She rolls her eye at me, turning to walk away, muttering about dragons and pets and ludicrous roommates.
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