I'm part dragon. [RIGHT NOW ANYWAY.] Sometimes I look more human, though. I'm from Europe so I don't look like dragons from Japan, though. So, all out of wishes.
Oh my god, red ones are my favorite. That's lucky.
[Eventually, Abbacchio does arrive. He gives a knock on the door and is internally panicking OH GOD REIMI IS A CHILD how does he child. But he's going to do his best because he loves her so fucking much.
Right now, Abbacchio does bear his draconic appearance, black ram horns curling wickedly on his head with silver scales patterned over his cheeks and chin, down to his chest. His fingers end in black claws, and a tail flicks behind him, which was fucking annoying to cut into his pants. Good thing they were the discount pair.]
[She has to reach to grasp hold of the doorknob, but it doesn't take long before the door creaks open, revealing a little face framed by familiar wavy hair — and Arnold, standing close by like the good guard dog he is, about as big as Reimi is at this point, himself.
Eyeballing it from height and facial features alone, she's somewhere in the ballpark of six or seven years old — probably not old enough to be answering doors on her own, but certainly old enough to be delighted by the forbidden nature of doing something she's not supposed to, anyway.
Naturally, her eyes go as big as dinner plates as she looks WAAAAAAAAAY up, taking him in from horns all the way down to tail.]
Wow...
[She's gawking. But luckily, after a second she remembers her manners and pulls open the door all the way, bowing deeply.]
[Fuck, he feels like he needs to grumble at Rohan for not being more careful about Reimi as she is, but then again it's not like she did contact anyone out of the question.
For now, he's honestly more concerned about her.
Okay, right. He remembers to take off his shoes before entering, a custom he's still getting used to.]
Thanks, Reimi. Hey, Arnold.
[He offers his hand to the dog, giving his head a friendly rub. Ugh he LOVES THIS DOG.]
[Almost automatically, she takes his hand when it's offered, like this is a very familiar action to her and one that she's accustomed to responding to basically on reflex.]
Hey, I appreciate your faith in my taste. Now then, where are those cupcakes at, huh? I'll get them for us.
[This is still really fucking weird, but he's trying to take it in stride as much as he can. He remembers little!Avdol a couple of weeks ago, so determined with wee Magician's Red to keep Abbacchio safe and protected, even though they could barely remember one another. It seems as if Reimi has no such recollections at the moment, though.
Cripes, this is way easier than babysitting Narancia and Fugo, though.
He gets the kettle ready, sorts through Rohan's collection of tea before making a selection, and tries to find the cutest cups possible. DO IT FOR HER.]
[Reimi, for her part, is happy to follow along and attempt to make herself useful, pointing out things that are probably obvious (the kettle is there! cups are in the cupboard!) but that render her marvelously self-important anyway.]
That box there! That's where the cupcakes are!
[It's about half-empty at the moment, but it is indeed a bakery box containing several red velvet cupcakes.]
[If anything, Abbacchio just encourages her help, thanking her to make her feel self-assured and proud. This is his sorellina and he's going to make sure she's taken care of, including feeling good about herself!!
And he arranges their cups, sugar, honey, and milk, just making sure they have options. He actually has no idea how Reimi is going to like her tea at this age. He's picked out some chai for himself, figures he'll try to determine what works best for her when the water is done.]
All right, but we gotta wait for the tea to be done. So we've got a few minutes til then.
So how about you tell me what kind of games you like to play, your hobbies, stuff like that.
[ha ha ha a successful attempt at completely spoiling her appetite. all the cupcakes she wants. nice.
Immediately pleased by this success, she hovers around Abbacchio's legs, just barely managing never to get underfoot with the sort of grace that suggests she does this particular brand of hovering a lot.]
I like playing store! I put stuff on the shelves and then when people want to buy it I take the money and ring them up. And outer space starfighter! Did you know astronauts walked on the moon? They went all the way to space in a rocketship. And sometimes I get to play dress-up with Mama's shoes and makeup but I only get to if Mama is watching because one time I put the wrong stuff on my mouth and got in trouble.
Well, I don't know if you'd think my clothing is very cute, but I did bring some makeup on me. [oh my god how has he not stepped on this child yet] But maybe we could do a fashion show after tea. And you can tell me how to play outer space starfighter, that's a new one to me.
[The kettle whistles, and he's pouring their cups, arranging them on the table.] You gotta wait a minute, it's still pretty hot, okay?
[oh god how does he manage children what does he do no wonder rohan ran the fuck away]
[She crawls up into her chair, folds her hands, and sits patiently at the table like a model child — a course of action that takes a mighty effort, and predictably lasts all of about thirteen seconds.]
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[Amazing how a squeal of protest and a squeal of delight can sound so utterly similar in a child's treble.]
Oh! Okay. I'm at Rohan's house. Um...I didn't break anything, though. That was Arnold.
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[He can't help but chuckle a little.]
All right, it was definitely Arnold, got it.
I'll be over in a couple of minutes. Uh, just bear in mind I do look kind of weird right now. Do you like dragons?
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[you know how sometimes you have so many words to say that you run out of breath to say them with? she's completely out. time for a massive inhale.]
I know stories about dragons! A koi swims upstream and becomes one. They're really special! Are you a dragon? Do you grant wishes??
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[OH RIGHT. Cultural difference.]
I'm part dragon. [RIGHT NOW ANYWAY.] Sometimes I look more human, though. I'm from Europe so I don't look like dragons from Japan, though. So, all out of wishes.
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...So is your dad a whole dragon?
[That's how you get to be just part, right? That seems logical.]
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[A perfectly sensible explanation and she accepts it implicitly.]
Gee, I never saw a real dragon before! Even a part of one. Do you know how to find my house, Dragon-nii?
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[AGAIN. ZERO DOUBT WHATSOEVER.]
Okay! Do you like snacks, Dragon-nii? There are cupcakes here. They're high up but I bet I can get them! Then we can share when you get here.
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These cupcakes are red. Do you like red ones best?
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[Eventually, Abbacchio does arrive. He gives a knock on the door and is internally panicking OH GOD REIMI IS A CHILD how does he child. But he's going to do his best because he loves her so fucking much.
Right now, Abbacchio does bear his draconic appearance, black ram horns curling wickedly on his head with silver scales patterned over his cheeks and chin, down to his chest. His fingers end in black claws, and a tail flicks behind him, which was fucking annoying to cut into his pants. Good thing they were the discount pair.]
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Eyeballing it from height and facial features alone, she's somewhere in the ballpark of six or seven years old — probably not old enough to be answering doors on her own, but certainly old enough to be delighted by the forbidden nature of doing something she's not supposed to, anyway.
Naturally, her eyes go as big as dinner plates as she looks WAAAAAAAAAY up, taking him in from horns all the way down to tail.]
Wow...
[She's gawking. But luckily, after a second she remembers her manners and pulls open the door all the way, bowing deeply.]
Welcome and please come in, Dragon-nii!
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For now, he's honestly more concerned about her.
Okay, right. He remembers to take off his shoes before entering, a custom he's still getting used to.]
Thanks, Reimi. Hey, Arnold.
[He offers his hand to the dog, giving his head a friendly rub. Ugh he LOVES THIS DOG.]
Where did Rohan go? Do you know?
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[It's very possible Rohan is up on the roof screaming into a bag right now, all things considered.]
You want to know something funny? He says he knows my mom! His mom and my mom are friends. They're the Kishibes and they live down my street.
[She thinks a minute, little brow furrowing.]
So maybe he went down the street to see his mom!
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Yeah, maybe. I'll talk to Rohan when he gets back, but I'll stay until he does, okay?
For now, I owe you a tea party. What kind of tea?
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[Wait. Hey...]
Specialty special tea!
[She breaks into giggles, clearly delighted with herself.]
What kind of tea do you like? Mama says tea is for grown-ups but I can have bubble tea sometimes.
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[He offers his hand out to Reimi to hold.]
Really? Well, this is a special occasion, so specialty special tea it is. My favorite's earl gray, but I'll see what Rohan has.
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[Almost automatically, she takes his hand when it's offered, like this is a very familiar action to her and one that she's accustomed to responding to basically on reflex.]
But if you like it then I'm sure it's good!
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[This is still really fucking weird, but he's trying to take it in stride as much as he can. He remembers little!Avdol a couple of weeks ago, so determined with wee Magician's Red to keep Abbacchio safe and protected, even though they could barely remember one another. It seems as if Reimi has no such recollections at the moment, though.
Cripes, this is way easier than babysitting Narancia and Fugo, though.
He gets the kettle ready, sorts through Rohan's collection of tea before making a selection, and tries to find the cutest cups possible. DO IT FOR HER.]
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That box there! That's where the cupcakes are!
[It's about half-empty at the moment, but it is indeed a bakery box containing several red velvet cupcakes.]
I would like........two, please!
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And he arranges their cups, sugar, honey, and milk, just making sure they have options. He actually has no idea how Reimi is going to like her tea at this age. He's picked out some chai for himself, figures he'll try to determine what works best for her when the water is done.]
All right, but we gotta wait for the tea to be done. So we've got a few minutes til then.
So how about you tell me what kind of games you like to play, your hobbies, stuff like that.
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Immediately pleased by this success, she hovers around Abbacchio's legs, just barely managing never to get underfoot with the sort of grace that suggests she does this particular brand of hovering a lot.]
I like playing store! I put stuff on the shelves and then when people want to buy it I take the money and ring them up. And outer space starfighter! Did you know astronauts walked on the moon? They went all the way to space in a rocketship. And sometimes I get to play dress-up with Mama's shoes and makeup but I only get to if Mama is watching because one time I put the wrong stuff on my mouth and got in trouble.
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[The kettle whistles, and he's pouring their cups, arranging them on the table.] You gotta wait a minute, it's still pretty hot, okay?
[oh god how does he manage children what does he do no wonder rohan ran the fuck away]
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[She crawls up into her chair, folds her hands, and sits patiently at the table like a model child — a course of action that takes a mighty effort, and predictably lasts all of about thirteen seconds.]
It's been a minute now, right?
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