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[That's a weird enough statement to give Izumida pause, but that pause is just long enough to get the dragon biting at the hem of his shorts. Why is everyone in this house so pushy!?]

If you know that then tell me what it wants, please?

[Other than a piece of his femoral muscles or something.]

[ As pushy as the bat that comes flying to settle on Yukihina's hands to chew on one of his fingers. Totally normal, and Yukihina lets it be. ]

It obviously wants food.

[ But yeah, that too. ]

[Izumida's still not comfortable with the idea of living with undead self-proclaimed evil killers and whatnot, but Yukihina-san and Hiyori-san are also proving to be kind of obnoxious as roommates. Like now.]

Yes, but you brought it home, Yukihina-san. What does it eat?

I did, yes. So? You're her family too, right?

[ Reluctantly and not by choice and he's not actually considered family. ]

Meat?

[In the kitchen, a little standoff is happening between Izumida and the dragon. Family. Sure. As much as he thinks anything in this house considers him family. Perhaps at her less malignant moments, Hiyori-san might not hate him. Otherwise, not even the pets like Izumida and he knows it.]

Uhm. Cooked or raw?

[He thinks it--she?--might be able to cook it herself, but she can also burn the house down so maybe that's not the best course.]

[ He looks back into his book, turning the pages and skipping over a boring part that just came up in it.]

Either or.

[ If she set the house on fire, Yukihina could just put out the fire, anyway. ]

[Why he expected Yukihina-san to help him out, Izumida's not sure. He backs toward the fridge, keeping an eye on the dragon the entire time. Maybe there's some lunch meat in here or something...]

What have you fed her so far?

[ Never expect anything too easily from this one. He glances from the corner of the eye at the child, amused with this whole situation. ]

Meat and stuff.

[And stuff. Could be he fed it pieces of himself for all Izumida knows.

That mental image makes him shudder. The dragon picks right up on that, crowding in and trying to get in the fridge.]

Ah, no! You're a lizard, that can't be good for you!

[Cue a minor struggle between a person who is appropriately afraid of a dragon and a dragon that is just too small to win this battle with a person Izumida's size. They both end up on the floor, none too quietly.]

[ And stuff. That includes a lot of stuff. Not himself though, those bits would just go right back out because of his regenerative abilities. That would not give any nutrition to the dragon.

He looks up to see what's going on, and raises an eyebrow. ]

Zoja crawls on me and I'm just as cold.

[ This will be even more fun to watch once the dragon grows up. Thinking of, he needs to get a hut for it for when it's outside. It can already sleep at the end of Yukihina's and Hiyori's bed when it's inside. ]

[Resident dragon and garbage disposal. There's no internet here; he can't even see what you're supposed to feed a dragon. Assuming there's even guides for that kind of thing, but it's the internet, it'd have it.

Izumida sees Yukihina-san looking and sighs. Yes, he got knocked over by the microdragon.]

Yes but that's different, the air around it is still normal temperature. ... Zoja?

[The dragon doesn't react so he's not sure that's its name. There are just so many animals here to keep track of...]

[ You bet the library or bookstore has something on it. And if they don't, Yukihina, as the owner of the bookstore, can just order a copy of dragon raising.

Heh heh. ]

Zoja is her name. It's a Polish and Macedonian version of Zoe, which means life in Greek.

[ Because that's clearly important trivia to tell him. ]

[Perhaps, but until now Izumida would never have thought to go find a book about dragon raising. No reason. Now, though.

He looks between the dragon and Yukihina-san. Huh.]

That's a pretty name, Yukihina-san, but I don't think she recognizes it yet. Do you, Zoja?

[Yeah, still nothing. Of course, considering who's raising her, she could also just be ignoring Izumida.]

[Fantasy, child. Imagination! Have some of that.

He likes giving some thought into the names of his pets, nothing wrong with that. ]

It is new to her, give her some time, child.

[ But yeah, she probably ignores Izumida, aside from not knowing her name yet. ]

[Dragons aren't supposed to be real. He has... ok he actually doesn't have the best imagination but especially living here that might be for the best.]

Ch-child? And I'm not trying to rush her, I just want to be able to get her attention.

[It seems increasingly important as she makes another attempt to get into the fridge. This time he sighs and just watches. Maybe she won't actually do any harm.]

[ One of his best friend's siblings turned into a dragon hybrid when he went Lost, so seeing real dragons had not been weird. ]

You're a a child, right? She'll give it to you when she thinks you deserve it.

[ Basically, when she's hungry. ]

[Izumida's just about used to Hiyori's little turtle form, but he wouldn't let her climb in the fridge either.]

Just because I'm not immortal, doesn't mean I'm a child. [Sure is sulking like one, though!]

I just don't want her to get hurt! She's still so small.

[And if anything happened, Yukihina-san would undoubtedly blame Izumida. He's not about to risk that. So far Zoja's only managed to get her front claws onto the edge of the crisper drawer, but she's determined.]

[ As he shouldn't, Hiyori can't open the fridge from the inside while she's a turtle. ]

I'm 140, you're not even 20. That makes you a child. [ That problem is now solved. ]

She's probably sturdier than you are.

[ But yeah, he totally would. ]

[Can Zoja? Do they want to find out?? Might end up sans fridge door.]

It does not! I am a teenager! [Splits hairs thinner and thinner.]

She may be but that doesn't mean she can't get hurt.

[Back claw on the crisper drawer and she's making it up onto the bottom shelf. Nothing too dangerous on there...]

[ She's bigger and stronger than turtle!Hiyori, so yeah. ]

You're a kid in comparison to me. [ Many people are. ]

I know that, she's not me.

[ Or one who had their soul stolen. ]

[She can't turn back into a person at any point, though, so she could easily get stuck!]

Just because you've been assigned as my parent here doesn't make me your child.

You can't get hurt.

[He remember what he saw when he first got here, but he doesn't believe Yukihina-san is completely immune to getting hurt.]

[ That's more troubling. ]

But you're a child.

[ He looks back at his book. ]

Trust me, I know that.

[ Fucking Heike. ]

[There's only room for one small scaly creature to turn into a human in this house.]

I am a person with a name.

[This feels like a losing battle, though, so he turns his attention back to the dragon... who is dragging a bag of vegetables down off the shelf. It's heavier than she is, though, and in an instant the bag and the dragon are tumbling loudly to the floor.]

Zoja!

[ Not at all. ]

I don't wanna use it.

[ He looks up, and watches Zoja get back up. Sturdier than a pony, that little thing. ]

She okay or do I have to freeze your ass?

Why not?

[It's not an especially hostile question. He'd like it if Yukihina-san would use his name but he's not going to demand it.

He glances from the man on the couch to the dragon, who is snapping at the plastic bag. Better the bag than him.]

She's fine. She doesn't even seem shaken.

[Though now he has to try to put everything back in...]

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