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I totally called it.

I'm not going to give you a medal for foresight.

Awh man, but hey maybe I'm psychic.

Or maybe your imagination is the fountain that feeds these curses. We remember zombies, don't we?

[ Clary's in the living room watching the small dragon curl it's tail around their coffee table. Glasses shake as it tugs but she's at least a foot away. They don't know if they're dangerous so she hasn't quite plucked up the courage to go anywhere near it.

It's a dragon though, and she can't keep the small tone of excitement out of her voice. ] Simon would flip for a thing like this. [ She doesn't often talk about people back home - hurts too much, but the amount of tabletop games she's played with her best friend, she can't help herself. ]

You think we're safe?

[Yes, they're totally not hiding behind furniture or anything as a tiny dragon waddles around all over their floor.] No, I think we've got a dragon in our living room, is what I think.

And do you know what dragons do, they spit fire. [A groan.] It's always fire.

Edited 2013-03-29 15:11 (UTC)

Hey no, this is totally not my fault.

[ ... He especially didn't get his best friend turned into a werewolf. ]

I'm just saying. Maybe it's not that you're psychic, maybe it's your wishes.

[Pause.]

Maybe you're a Disney princess.

Wow. Want me to come over so you can kick my properly, Mae?

[LAUGHING A LITTLE.]

[ Hiding behind the furniture is the way to go. She watches it inspect the couch and give a little hiccup of sound. ] I think it's cute.

[ Because of course. ] What should we do?

[It's going to burn their couch. It's in no way cute, she takes naps on that couch; it took half her monthly salary to get that fucking couch. That couch is where she goes if she can hear the smallest hints that someone's making out in the other room. She loves that couch.

Dragon better behave.] It would be adorable if it didn't look at our couch like it's going to be its nest. [Pause.] Well I don't know about you, but in England, we've never had dragons.

I've never seen a dragon in Brooklyn either.

[ She sounds like she's trying not to laugh, ducking back behind the bookcase when she sees the dragon swivel its head towards them. ] Should we try to get it outside?

[IT'S A MINI DRAGON, stop laughing at the fact that she's wary! She's faced down demons and ghouls and zombies, but there's something about a small animal that can burn your skin off that just - Mae doesn't like the idea of burning okay. Any fire that comes near her needs to be metaphorical and driven by passion.]

And set it free on innocents? What if it doesn't know how to fly? What if it does know how to fly?

I don't think it knows how to fly.

[ But she's not so sure. The dragon goes back to paying them little heed and she frowns. ] I don't know where we could lure it that couldn't be set on fire?

[ A pause. ] Does a blanket over the head to calm it down work on dragons?

[She thinks about that for a second, before snapping her fingers.] Bathroom. We can just lock it there for a while. Until we figure things out.

[She has to pause when it comes to the blanket thing.] I'd...rather not risk it. How about we just lure it with food?

Okay.

[ A breath. ] Only to get to the kitchen we have to get passed the dragon. [ She hates being the bearer of bad news. Briefly she wonders where Jace is, not because she wants him to save them, more so because he might find this all part of a good story. ]

Run for it? It seems kind of slow.

[No. No Jace. He would laugh at them. He'd probably always remember how Mae does a little dance - much like the one people do when they're grossed out and scared of something, like worms or spiders or wormspiders, but know they have to face it head on - or the way she grabs Clary's arm and digs her fingers in because it's her egg, it's her fault.] Okay.

Okay, I'll go. [SPORTS! MAE! HILARIOUS, SHE'S GOING TO DIE MAYBE.] I'll go and you distract him. [If she dies young bury her in cotton.]

[ This is so not her fault. The egg was pretty.

But she nods, seems to steel herself for long enough to jump out from behind their hiding place. ] Hey dragon!

[ Not her best work, but it's yellow eyes are fixed on her and she moves to the left so it attempts to follow her on lumbering legs. ] You can't have our couch.

[Hey dragon??? That's her best shot? Unfortunately she's already rushing to the kitchen with a low aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh trailing behind her, so she can't be judging right now.

When there, she gets something out of the fridge - meat! Thank god they have meat, phew. And goes back into the living room with a whole chicken leg in her hand.]

Hey...dragon. [Well, she's not any better.] Look, food.

We are so not friends anymore.

[ The dragon clearly can't decide which of them to eat. By now Clary's holding a lamp - a lamp like she's forgotten every bit of knowledge she has - and watching it cautiously. ]

Throw some of it. [ That's hissed to Mae and not herself. Chicken verses the lamp. ] See if it follows.

[She's going to just rip off some meat and throw it in the dragon's general direction. It ends up on the floor a few inches away. And in the end, the chicken wins, except they blink and suddenly there's a dragon climbing up Mae's leg then up her back and to her shoulder.

She freezes.] Oh.

Shit.

Nooo...come on, princess.

Don't move.

[ Wide eyed panic? Check. ] Um, it's ... it's sniffing your hair. [ Should she hit it with the lamp? No. That might hit Mae. ] Here dragon, dragon. [ Clucking her tongue and taking a step back. ] C'mere dragon, come to me.

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