“Halloween isn’t for a few more months, you goof.”
“I’m plenty better. My interests are to solely humanoids, for starters,” they snorted, “and you don’t get to decide that. I’ll talk about whatever I want.”
“Different beings have different interests. You cannot say one is better than the other, unless it is unforgivingly wrong.” he scoffed. “And that’s all I’m going to say on the topic.”
“Tch! I can say anything is better than anything else I want! Fuckin’ bushes is just nasty! Which is your flavour? You like a prickly rose bush? Or do you prefer a nice ficus?” they stuck their tongue out at him, partially to be an annoyance and partially in disgust.
“I told you I’m done. You aren’t going to get to me.” he hummed.
He honestly liked ficus More.
“Neither, then… ahh, lemme guess. Your interests lie in favour of a nice pussy willow?” they teased, tail wagging in amusement, “if I shove a stick in your mouth, will you get a boner?”
“No! Don’t even try that!” he hissed, balling his hands into fists. Did this Dragon ever let a topic go?!
Hot cocoa haven 