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There is a red-eyed teenage boy - or so it would seem - positively interrogating the bar.
"Redreed wine?"
Aren't you a little young for that?
"I don't actually want any right now, but you know what it is?"
Of course.
"That... is interesting." He taps his fingers on the bar. "All right - I do, actually, want a chocolate iced planet."
And he gets a little square pastry, frosting on the top, and turns on his barstool to watch the comings and goings.
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with Giles
with Lazarus
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"Yeah, ours drink blood too. They don't have their own, how does that make sense? Why would they need to drink it if they had plenty?"
jellyinthemix
"There are perfectly ordinary nonmagical species of bat that have blood of their own and still subsist by drinking it," he says.
"Not where I'm from there aren't."
"Also, vampires - of the kind I'm familiar with - do not drink at all when they are bats. They sleep only as bats, feed only while humanoid."
"They are not much like most other humanoids. Depending on how you weigh it they might be more like most humanoids than, say, me, or a fairy or a merperson, but yeah."
jellyinthemix
"Are you unusual in ways other than being a fire-breathing dragon?" he inquires.
"...No, but, you know, dragons aren't humanoid? We are quadrupedal and winged and so on?" says Kaylo. He is not any of those things right now.
"Well, no, shapeshifting is handy for things like," Kaylo lifts his temporarily neglected wine, downs it, "interacting with objects, fitting into architecture. Downright essential for casting spells, all the gestures are designed for people with hands. But this is just an assumed form." He glances around the bar, assessing its ability to hold him if he were to shift.
jellyinthemix
The as-yet-unnamed human raises his eyebrows.
There is sufficient room in theory for Kaylo to shift, although he would block traffic wherever he stood and might bump into things if he tried to walk around dragon-shaped.
There is sufficient room in theory for Kaylo to shift, although he would block traffic wherever he stood and might bump into things if he tried to walk around dragon-shaped.
"And I am just a little too big to politely demonstrate here, although I'll impolitely demonstrate for a couple of seconds if you want."
Kaylo hops off the barstool, checks the perimeter of his available space, and - demonstrates.
It is instantaneous, silent, and demonstrative.
He grins with sharp teeth surrounded by wine-red gem-sleek scales.
It is instantaneous, silent, and demonstrative.
He grins with sharp teeth surrounded by wine-red gem-sleek scales.
"Yes. Not going to demonstrate the firebreathing in here."
He shifts back, sits down again, and receives a note saying, I do thank you for your restraint. He snorts at it.
He shifts back, sits down again, and receives a note saying, I do thank you for your restraint. He snorts at it.
"I am actually pretty sure I could avoid setting the place on fire, but I am nothing if not - no, actually I would remain lots of things if I were not courteous, but I am anyway, so."
"Do you have a name, by the way? I'm Kaylo." Kaylo pauses. "Oh, and for a dragon I'm about as mature as I look and I call my teachers Aar this and Aaral that all day long, so if you prefer to be Mister Something I will not be offended in spite of the probably-three-times-your-age thing."
jellyinthemix
"It would be Mr. Giles, but you're welcome to drop the Mister, in the tradition of every other adolescent I know."
Kaylo laughs. "Nice to meet you, then, Giles."
"Has your world got a name? Mine's called Elcenia."