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theatriclizard (theatriclizard) wrote in athinblackline,

"You want to get..? You want a coffee?" he guessed, trying to make sense of it all, scaled brows knitting up. "You can just come inside and order," he offered, trying his hardest to be helpful. He watched her chew on that finger and tried not to quirk a brow. She was an odd duck, but then again, he had green scales and spikes, who was he to judge?

He watched the little dragon on her shoulders, watching it with a mild fascination. Oddly enough, he found little green dragon less strange or disturbing than he did the recent influx of dog-things. Maybe it was the fact that the little dragon was green and scaled like him, rather than furry and fanged. "Does he have a name?" He asked in a friendly way during the pause, motioning to the dragon.

"Dragon boy?" He echoed with a bit of amusement filling his eyes. Oh that brought him back to his childhood, picking out big scary, and lame, code names such as "Dragon Claw" and "Fire Drake!" which were all ultimately passed over in favor of the simple "Anole." "Do I get coffee?" he asked. "I make it, and I drink it..." Victor was not at all used to the concept of Mia reading, or trying to read, so what she was attempting to do was entirely lost on him.