>Anonymous's log, stardate Alalfadingledangletrain 31415728694
>Day 1835 in Equestria.
>It is time for you to move back into Ponyville Library.
>At least, this is what Twilight tells you today, as you finish off the toast for breakfast.
>You are taking a break from all the pancakes you have had over the week, fairly sure a thick layer of cholesterol is now sitting on your heart.
>Twilight has reassured you that she will not use so much syrup next time. Still, it is worth having variety in a diet.
>You are currently still on the reading area couch, digesting away, resting your head on your hand.
>Naturally, Twilight has felt the need to consult a book on the matter.
>She returns from the nearby bookshelf and settles down on the couch next to you, levitating a yellow volume open in front of her.
>You catch a look at the title on the front cover.
>How to Mobilise your Materials and Relocate to a New Residence.
>The quirky title, combined with the hefty size of the book, gives you a very bad feeling.
>"Okay, so the first thing that any prospective occupant must do is attend a grand tour of the new place of residence, in order to-"
"Twilight, I lived here for my entire first year in Equestria. Skip that part."
>She gives you a disapproving side look.
>"Anonymous, we have to follow each step of the initiation procedure carefully, or else you will not achieve the correct synchronisation with your new home."
"But it's not really a 'new' home, is it? And I already know the ins and outs of the Library."
>"Come on, you don't expect me to believe that, do you-"
"Do you still keep Smarty Pants under your bed?"
>Your question causes the unicorn's ears to flatten.
>"Yes..."
"Case in point."
>With a grumble, she skims through several pages in the book.
>"Do you always have to make things so difficult, Anonymous?"
>Her tone and statement hurts you slightly.
"Hey, you know you don't have to do this-"
>"No! No, it's fine." Twilight pauses and gives you a smile. "You know how crazy I can get if everything isn't done by the book. But, you know I want to help you, right?"
>You pat her head reassuringly, causing her to chuckle.
"Relax Twilight, it's fine. You know, if you really want to give me a tour, why not show me your space telescope thingy at some point?"
>This achieves the desired response, her eyes lighting up and her hooves clopping together excitedly.
>"Oh, I never thought of that! You have to see it soon, it's amazing! In fact, there's an ancient comet scheduled to pass through our atmosphere next week. It'll be a perfect opportunity to try out the observatory."
>You nod in agreement. Who can pass up the chance to use a high powered space telescope to look at a comet nobody on Earth has ever seen? Nobody said you were a complete philistine.
>Beaming, Twilight returns to the book.
>"Okay, the next section is on...moving your property into the new home."
"That's easy enough. Most of the furniture came with the house, so it can stay there. Other than that, I only have a few small items to my name."
>Twilight nods and skims another couple of pages.
>"Now it talks about meeting your new neighbours and potential houseponies."
"Oh, hello. You must be Twilight. I'm Anonymous. Can we be friends?"
>She giggles and pushes at you with a hoof.
>"Okay okay, I get the picture. And the last section reaaaads...throw a big party and meet new friends?"
>She squints, leaning closer. You lean over to take a glance. The last entry has been scribbed over in childish pink crayon.
"Pinkie Pie?"
>"Pinkie Pie." Twilight confirms with a grunt, slapping the book shut and tossing it on a nearby pile. "I thought I told her not to desecrate the Library."
"You know Pinkie Pie, she wouldn't know a rule if it came from Celestia herself.
>"That's true. So, what are these personal items you have?"
>You give Twilight a brief list of all the things you need fetching from your house. Clothes, appliances, books, the usuals.
>With a short farewell, she departs in a flash of magic to fetch your things.
>You lay back against the sofa, the quiet of the Library enveloping you.
>Almost immediately, boredom begins to rear its ugly head.
>Grumbling, you shift your weight anxiously on the sofa. You feel the rubber ball in your pocket nudge against the side of your leg.
>You take it out and scan the reading area, looking for a nice spot to begin your usual play.
>Unfortunately, you realise there are too many bookpiles lying around. The ball will never make a clear shot to a wall and back.
>You sadly pocket the rubber ball again. What are you going to do to pass the time?
>As you stare absently at the surrounding books, you mentally slap yourself.
>This is a Library, idiot. Why not catch up on some reading?
>You pick up a book from the top of a nearby pile and look at the cover.
>A Pony's Progressive Picture of Photodissociation.
>You quickly put the book down and grab another.
>Memorising Mnemonics for Major Mathematical Mysteries.
>You toss that one back as well. What is with ponies and their title alliteration? It's positively perplexing, preposterous and pretty pathetic.
>Great, now you're at it too.
>You leap to your feet and begin walking around the reading area.
>There has to be something to do around here.
>Too busy in your thoughts, you manage to stub your toe on a hefty dictionary.
>For fuck sake, why is this place a mess all of a sudden?
>Then you remember. Spike. He has not made any effort to clean up at all ever since the night of the party.
>Stupid fat lazy lizard.
>You momentarily think about asking Spike for another game of chess. Just as quickly you dismiss the idea. You doubt the lummox would even want to play.
>Without thinking, you lift your gaze to the upstairs area.
>The big guy has been up there for some time. He came down momentarily for breakfast -a nice sapphire- before retreating back upstairs.
>He has been intentionally avoiding you for the past week. You mostly ignore it, but you wish for your bro back.
>You figure you might as well check up on him. Even if he is incredibly hostile right now, it beats doing nothing.
>Up the stairs you climb.
>The living area of the Library. Ridiculously, you have not been up here at all in your recent visits.
>Twilight's blue bed, bookshelf and nightstand are still here, but a similar bed now sits on the opposite side of the room.
>Lying on the bed is Spike. Fast asleep.
>You freeze in place. You had no idea he still had afternoon naps. Maybe dragons need more sleep than most creatures?
>With a light tread, you creep closer to the sleeping dragon.
>Flat on his back, he has one claw resting on his chest and the other flung out at an angle.
>His snout lays wide open, his long forked tongue hanging lazily over the lip.
>He passes a soft snore each time his belly slowly rises and falls. Occassionally he snorts, his right foot twitching erratically.
>It is a very radical sleeping position, considering how, as a baby, he used to sleep curled up in a basket.
>Look at his lazy ass, sleeping the day away. You take in a breath to say something loudly, but pause.
>Something about the scene feels...strange. Looking at him, Spike seems so innocent, so-
>You mentally slap yourself again.
>Don't be going there Anonymous. You know such thoughts are not becoming of you.
>Screw it, you're going there.
>You are helplessly watching Spike sleep.
>And it is cute.
>There, you finally admit it. Spike is cute. Disgustingly cute. You are purging all pent up feelings from your system by admitting this one fact.
>Spike. Is. Cute.
>...You still cannot tear your eyes away from him. And you don't have a hypnotic tail to blame this time.
>Wrenching your head away, you spot a small pile of books, stacked near the other side of the bed.
>Since you are here, you might as well see what Spike reads for fun. His taste in literature is sure to be more appealing than Twilight's.
>You carefully tiptoe around the bed and pick up the top book.
>Air, Asteroids and Antipodes: A beginner's guide to Astronomy
>This is not promising. You hastily pick up the next book.
>Lizards in Equestria: A Reference Manual
>You almost groan aloud in frustration. No doubt the entire stack is comprised of similar factual books. You doubt Spike has ever so much as glanced at a piece of fiction.
>You set the books back, ficking your eyes to the sleeping dragon. His arm now rests above his head and one leg has slightly shifted.
>Yep, still getting that cute vibe. Retch.
>Your heart lurches unexpectedly as Spike shifts in his sleep, smacking his lips and drawing his tongue back into his mouth.
>"Hmmm...Anon..."
>Weirded out levels hae hit maximum levels, captain. She cannae take any more!
>You decide to leave. As much as the lizard has annoyed you lately, you do not wish to make things worse by waking him up.
>As you turn to the stairs, you hear a light rustling sound.
>Your foot has nudged a stack of parchments tucked slightly underneath Spike's bed.
>Bending briefly, you note that they are bound together by a length of thin rope. The top parchment bears Spike's practiced handwriting. Or clawwriting, to be exact.
>You briefly consider reading them. Why not? Time is not going to fly by reading astronomy textbooks.
>The parchments crinkle slightly as you pick them up, but a quick glance at the bed confirms it was not that audible.
>You begin to read the top page.
>Stupid tailtucking Anonymous. Why did he look so disgusted? Why did I have to kiss him? I should have been more patient, stupid stupid stupid-
>Well.
>This is a long shot, but you reckon this is Spike's diary.
>You feel an overbearing need to grin maliciously. What better way to exact revenge on the big lizard than to read his most private thoughts?
>Excited, you read on.
>Stupid stupid stupid stupid-
>This goes on for the rest of the page, so you turn to the next.
>Raced Anonymous today around the lake near Ponyville. He beat me. I didn't know he could move so fast on those legs! He got really sweaty though, and I started getting those feelings again-
>You remember that race occuring the day before the party. It looks as if Spike has not updated his diary since. You skip to the next page.
>8 games of chess with Anonymous today. He won a couple, but I always beat him.
>The rest of the page bears a number of sketches of you. One is of you and Spike embracing. Flattered, and a little creeped out, you move on.
>Played poker again with Anonymous. How long is it going to be before he realises that he twitches every time he has a good collection of cards? It makes the game so easy. I wish we played for real money, then I could buy a cool jacket just like he has!
>You curse wordlessly. So that's why he kept winning all those hands. You make a mental note to keep watch for this tell next time.
>Most of these entries are fairly recent, judging by the clear dry ink and pristine parchment. You flick to near the back of the pile where there is more wear and tear, wondering how far back Spike started the diary.
>Anonymous left today. He has a new home now. I miss him. I miss him so much and I have no idea why. Twilight was upset too, but not as much as me. I will go visit him soon, I know I will.
>That...was touching. You leaf further back.
>It came out again today. I touched it a little, and it felt really good-
>Nope.
>You have read enough.
>Crouching, you return the parchments to the floor, hopefully exactly where you find it.
>As you do so, you level your gaze at the sleeping form of Spike again.
>His eyes are slightly open.
>They are looking right at you.
>With a yelp you jerk backwards, knocking over his bookpile and dropping the diary. The ensuing ruckus causes Spike to sit up sharply, blinking away sleep.
>You manage to get to your feet as Spike's eyes focus properly on you.
>"A-Anonymous? What are you doing-"
>He looks down at the splayed parchments. Then at you. He frowns.
>Be still your beating heart. You can talk your way out of this.
"Yo Spike. How's it hanging? Get a good sleep?"
>Good, good, keep being friendly. Maintain a pleasant demeanour.
"I was just coming up to see, uh, how you are doing. And it turns out you were sleeping-"
>Crap crap crap he's getting off the bed and coming towards you.
"Look, I uh, I know how this may look to you right now, me being in your personal space while you were asleep, and I assure you-"
>Holy moly smoke is coming out of his nose quick wrap it up wrap it up
"I assure you that there is absolutely no way that I read your diary."
>Silence.
>"You...read my diary!?" the dragon grinds out of his clenched jaw.
>Way to go, genius.
>Wait, what did he think you were doing up here? On second thought, you would rather not know.
>Spike's cheeks begin to burn bright red and fire is visible between his teeth. A sound not unlike a whistling kettle can be faintly heard.
>Time to run.
>You dive past him and make for the stairs. As you reach them, you hear a whooshing sound and feel a wave of heat at your back.
>Spike is trying to singe you.
>It probably was not the best idea to get on the bad side of a creature capable of breathing fire.
>No time to think, just run.
>A quick leap down from the last couple of steps and you are back in the reading area.
>The sound of heavy footsteps coming down the stairs spurs you forward, scrambling over the couch and between bookpiles.
>There is a loud thump, prompting you to glance over your shoulder. Spike has also jumped the last several steps.
>"Get back here!" He thunders, his mouth ablaze.
>You make for the front foor. If you can get enough space to sprint, you can outrun him.
>The door is almost in reach when you hear Spike cough behind you. A green fireball flies past and hits the wall, leaving a charred circle of wood.
>You dive to the left behind the other sofa, avoiding another fireball that hits the bookshelf.
>Pinned down, you repeat, you are pinned down. Time for negotiations.
"Isn't this a little overkill, bro? You could really hurt someone with those. Not to mention Twilight is going to be very upset if she comes back to find the Library on fire."
>No response.
>Cautiously you peek over the top of the sofa.
>Your nose bumps against Spike's snout. He is leaning over the sofa, snarling at you.
"Crud."
>With a roar, the dragon leaps.
>Even as you brace yourself, the majority of Spike's weight hits your chest, pushing you backwards to the floor. Immediately your arms are pinned near your head by firm claws.
>Spike now sits on your stomach, leaning over you. His furious face hovers above yours.
>Any attempt to move your arms feels pointless. He has them gripped hard, resting his upper body weight on his arms to hold you in place.
>"Dude, what the hay is wrong with you?!" He snaps, smoke bellowing out of his nose.
"I could ask you the same thing."
>"I'm serious!"
"So am I."
>"Shut up!"
"Okay."
>Even in the face of a fire breathing dragon, you can still be quite the smartass.
>"What were you doing up there? And why were you reading my diary? That's private!"
>Well, you really have no reason to lie.
"I was bored, so I came up to check on you. I saw it under your bed and got curious, that's all."
>"That's all." He sarcastically remarks. This irks you.
"You think I read it to get back at you? That's not a bad idea. Let's go with that. It's better than what I want to do, which is to knock your stupid teeth out."
>He huffs angrily, expelling a fair amount of smoke.
"Whilst we're playing twenty questions, why were you trying to set my head on fire?"
>"I was angry." He says this as if it is a stupid question.
"Angry enough to kill me?"
>"No! I just...I lost my cool, ok?"
"Almost killing me is definitely not ok."
>"I wasn't even aiming for you!" He yells.
"How do I know your aim isn't that bad normally?"
>"Shut up!"
"Make me!"
>With a growl, Spike takes in a slow deep breath, arching backwards slightly.
>A flutter of panic overtakes you as you realise his plan. He is going to blast your face with fire.
>Again, you attempt to move your arms in vain. Your legs are free, but cannot reach Spike. He also has his knees clasped firmly around your waist, making wriggling impossible.
>The dragon's lungs are nearly filled.
>This is it, you realise with sudden clarity. This is how you die, your face melted by a pissed off adolescant dragon.
>It's really not the worst death you have imagined. You just hope he doesn't eat you too.
>Suddenly, Spike exhales.
>You flinch, closing your eyes.
>After a few seconds, you open them again.
>Spike is steadily breathing out of his nose, his eyes closed.
"What are you doing?"
>He does not respond until his lungs are completely empty and he takes a short breath.
>"Deep breathing. Twilight taught me."
>You blankly stare up at him as he takes in another deep breath.
"I thought you were going to blast me."
>He looks down at you, opening one eye and raising an eyebrow.
>"Seriously? I told you, I wasn't aiming for you. I just wanted to scare you. But now I have to get rid of all this fire."
>There is a long pause as Spike returns to his deep breathing, the smoke coming from his nostrils gradually disappearing.
>During this time, an idea comes to you.
"Do you mind getting off of me now?"
>Spike's eyes open. "Are you going to hit me as soon as I do?"
"I promise not to."
>"Pinkie promise?"
"Just shut up and move."
>"Fine."
>As soon as you feel his weight shift off of his claws, you strike.
>You sit up quickly, bending your spine to the side and pushing with your hands. Crying out, Spike topples sideways, followed by you rolling on top of him.
>Shortly, the roles are reversed. You now pin Spike to the floor, claws either side of his head, ass on his stomach.
>"What the-" Spike attempts to struggle out of your grip, but you keep him secured. "You said you wouldn't hit me!"
"I'm not going to. Now start talking."
>"What?"
"Don't play games with me, lizard boy. Talk, I want the truth."
>"The truth?" Spike begins to look away uncomfortably. "The truth about what?"
"About everything. Last night, the kiss, the cold shoulder, all of it. I want to know just what the heck is going on with you."
>He starts to struggle harder, sweat beading his face. You put all of your strength into holding his claws firmly on the library floor.
"Spike, just tell me!"
>"N-No!" He squeaks.
"Look, either you spill it right now and get this over with, or I spend the next several weeks trying to force it out of you. Your choice."
>Slowly the dragon ceases fighting you, your eyes boring into his.
>"T-there's nothing you can say that will make me tell!" He cries defiantly.
"I can do much worse than reading your diary."
>Spike gulps. "L-Like?"
"Like telling Twilight about that kiss."
>Immediately he blanches. "Y-You're bluffing! You wouldn't!"
"Wouldn't I? As far as she will see it, you get frisky with me during a dance. How is that going to look to Twilight, especially after she knows what you were doing to Rarity?"
>"No!" He suddenly yells, straining up at you. "Don't you dare use that against me! I never hurt Rarity!"
"Spike-"
>"No!" Trembling, he bites his lip. "No, please...I'll tell you. Just, don't tell Twilight."
>Elation runs through you. Finally, the pieces of this puzzle are coming together.
>With a few shuddering breaths, Spike begins.
>"You have to understand, Anonymous. I'm a dragon, raised by ponies. You know my story, about how my egg was found a long time ago and hatched by Twilight, right?"
>At your nod, he continues.
>"Well, just before you arrived, I wanted to know more about us, about dragons."
"Wait, surely Twilight would know something about-"
>He shakes his head. "No. That was the problem. Nobody knew anything. Not Twilight, not even the Princess. Dragons have always been a mystery. That's why, one day, I decided to go and find some dragons, and learn their ways."
>He swallows hard. "I followed the dragon migration to their resting grounds. The adolescant dragons were...unhelpful. In the end, I learnt nothing. At the time, I thought that was unimportant. So what if I was raised by ponies? It doesn't change who I am. Living as a pony was all I had ever known, and I was ok with that."
"But then you grew up, right?"
>A nod. "It was a couple of years ago. I started getting...thoughts, and feelings. It was scary. I didn't tell anyone, because I was mostly...ashamed. Besides, it's not like they would know anything about it, me being a dragon and all."
>His eyes start to water, small tears slowly flowing down the sides of his face. Jesus, it's a sorry sight.
>"I started thinking about collecting gems instead of eating them. I would see Rainbow Dash up in the air and imagine I was up there, spreading my wings. My afternoon naps were getting longer and longer too. And sometimes, I wanted to...eat small animals!"
>This is worrying you a little. Spike is starting to sound like the dragons of lore.
"Have you talked with Twilight about this?"
>"I did, eventually. She helped calm me down, sort out, uh, what was the word...contingencies, that's it. She even explained about the-"
>Now he looks even more embarassed, ducking his head.
>"She explained what I was feeling, for Rarity."
"Spike, I told you, you were totally transparent about-"
>"Not the crush, Anonymous! This was worse. I wanted to...to...do things to her. Grown-up things, you know?"
"I don't really-ooooh."
>It comes to you too late. Spike growing up also equals Spike entering puberty.
"Come on, surely Twilight would have told you about puberty-"
>"She did." He sniffs. "I had a pretty long lecture on it. Believe me, it was not something I ever want to hear from Twilight ever again. Did you know she has books about it?"
>That makes you gag slightly. Twilight talking about the birds and the bees in her lecture voice. Not a pleasant thought.
>"Even when I knew about it all, her knowledge was about pony puberty," Spike continues "Ponies, Anon. Not dragons. And Twilight didn't help explain all of it..."
>He shudders, clearly fighting with himself.
>"She said, that boys and girls should kiss and do things together. But, that's not all that I want to do."
>He fixes his eyes on yours, forcing out the words now. "Do you want the truth? I wanted to kiss you because I like you!"
>You remain silent. With the diary standing as evidence, it is clear that Spike likes you.
>"After the party, I blamed you. I'm sorry, but I did. I thought at first that you did something to me, to make me kiss you. But then you said you had no idea what was going on, which meant that it's my fault I kissed you. And then I began to realise that I did like you. More than I liked Rarity, I like you."
>Suddenly Spike thumps his head backwards against the floor, grimacing in pain and shedding more tears.
>"But it makes no sense! I'm a boy dragon. I'm supposed to like girl dragons, right? I liked Rarity, even if she was a pony! I'm so confused right now! What's happening to me?!"
>He quietens, trying to stop sobs breaking through his lips.
>Your mind is futilely trying to process what you have just heard. Spike knows about puberty, but not about homosexuals? No wait, it would be dracosexuals, wouldn't it? Fuck it, you're no wordsmith. You are going to stick with gay.
>Judging from the continued sobbing, Spike has been worrying over this for a while and keeping it bottled up. You ought to say something.
"Spike, wanting to like boy, uh, dragons is not unnatural."
>He pauses and looks up at you, his slitted pupils appearing very large. "It's not?"
"Well, there are some who would say that only boys and girls should, uh, kiss and all that."
>His face falls. Crap, you realise you should not go into the differing opinions on the matter.
"But the fact is lots of humans and animals think that it's ok if you want to kiss another boy."
>This is partially true. You have heard of animals being in such relationships.
>"Whuh...you're serious?" He looks amazed.
"Of course. Dude, we have boys who kiss boys all the time back on Earth. We even have girls who kiss girls. Even now, some of them can get married."
>"Even now? Has it not always been like that?"
"Well yeah, it can get you killed in some countries-"
>Too late you realise you have dumped your foot in your mouth again. Spike stares horrified at you.
"But it's not the case everywhere. Many people are totally fine with it."
>Phew, he's relaxing again.
"The point is, it's nothing to be ashamed of. Like being a dragon, it's just who you are."
>Slowly, the tears stop and Spike smiles weakly at you.
>"Like being a dragon." He echoes.
"Yep."
>Success, you have managed to put Spike's mind at ease.
>You are not sure if you have managed to eradicate his sexual confusion, but it is a start towards repairing the friendship between the two of you.
"So uh, I hope that I've managed to explain some things to you. I'm not really an expert on the matter, though. You should definitely talk to Twilight about it, or maybe a pony who has been through the same thing."
>It does not appear as if Spike is listening.
>Instead, he seems to be staring intently at you.
>A small knot forms in your stomach as you gaze into those eyes.
>Has it always been this humid in the Library? Maybe Spike set something on fire whilst chasing you. There is definitely sweat on your neck again.
>"Anonymous?" Spike whispers.
"Uh, yeah?"
>"When I kissed you...were you really grossed out?"
>Your mind flicks back to the diary entry.
"Oh, no no, I wasn't disgusted, just shocked. It was completely unexpected. Why?"
>A smile spreads across his face, making you slightly uncomfortable. Is he suffering mood whiplash?
"Spike, are you okay? You look a little out of it."
>You lean closer in concern.
>All of a sudden, Spike catapults up.
>His lips touch yours in a quick kiss.
>Whoa.
>He can move fast.
>You lean back in shock as Spike lays back down.
"Dude, what the hell?"
>He just looks up at you with a mischievous grin. It annoys you.
"Seriously, stop doing that. I have no problem with you liking boys, but respect my personal space please."
>"Oh, okay Anon." Spike bares his teeth in a smile. "I guess I just have to give you fair warning next time, right?"
>You are about to splutter a reply when a flash of light fills the Library, causing you to look up.
>"I'm back!" Twilight exclaims happily, levitating several bags to the ground.
>Her smile slowly fades as she stares at you on top of Spike. Looking down, you see Spike stare fearfully back. The stares seem to last forever.
>"Okay, just what is going on here?" Twilight demands.
>Both you and Spike share a look, unwilling to respond. Finally, your mind hits a viable excuse.
"Wrestling."
>"Wrestling?" Twilight cocks her head in confusion.
"Yeah, you know, when someone tries to pin the other and make them forfeit. Don't they have it here in Equestria?"
>"Well, yeah, but-"
"Then that's what we were doing."
>You look down at the dragon.
"Isn't that right, Spike? Just a casual, completely platonic wrestling game to pass the time."
>"Huh." He utters, wearing an expression of incomprehension. Repressing the urge to groan aloud, you dig your knee into his side.
>"Ow-uh yeah! Yeah, wrestling. Damn Anonymous, you beat me again." He says in an unconvincing tone.
>Twilight seems to buy it as she starts going through her bags.
>"Well I can't say that I'm not glad the two of you are finally getting on togeth-"
>Her dialogue slows to a halt, her eyes fixed on the glaring charred circle on the wall.
>"What is that?" She asks.
>Luckily, Spike jumps to the rescue.
>"Oh, uh, that? That was me. I uh, I got a little carried away with the wrestling."
>There is a heavy pause until Twilight sighs. "Spike, how many time do I have to remind you that we live in a Library within a tree? You need to be more careful with how you exercise your fire."
>Both you and Spike heave a small sigh of relief.
>"Anyway, here are your things Anonymous. I picked up everything that you requested." Twilight trots over to you with the bags.
"Thanks Twilight. Just dump them near the sofa."
>"You know, we're going to have to get you a bed to sleep in eventually." The unicorn remarks as she walks to the sofa.
>You clamber off of Spike and follow.
"That might not be a bad idea."
>"You could always sleep with me." Spike almost purrs behind you.
>Okay that is creepy.
>You deftly move away to the front door.
"I'm going to need to head out, get some air."
>More importantly, you need to get away from a certain dragon who now openly has the hots for you.
>It hits you that you are going to be living in the same house as this dragon.
>Why don't you just fashion a noose now and get it over with?