 Post 2 Who Am I? Ern's 2460FUN
Hugh liked Jo. He...she...Hugh couldn't be bothered to check Jo's underside was a nice enough dragon. It mostly stared at him, but that suited him FINE. He was good in silence, great even. Hughbert was not by any stretch of the means a conversationalist. He had a knack for inadvertently offending people when he mentioned how DULL they were.
Maybe it was because of the use of the word dull.
.......NAH.
And so Jo was cool. Perfect even. No talking necessary.
He did notice someone petting the underside of their dragon's wing. SO HE DID THAT TOO. Jo just eyed him skeptically and Hugh smiled. CAUSE HECK YES HE DID IT RIGHT. Or at least from what he could tell. Jo was looking at him now and that was progress.
"K," he started, "Me and you...mostly you....are gonna have to fly through those hoops. Understand? Of course not. You can't talk. It's okay, though, I'll guide you." He took a step toward the dragon who only hissed at his attempt to get closer.
So he pet it again. C'mon. Loosen up dra-gon.
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