[Illya seemed to decide Noah wasn't deserving of being barked or growled at but continued to sniff at him all the same. Maybe he smelled like the little dragon.]
Yeah. He's a good dog.
[As good as a hellhound could be, anyway. Illya was always protective of Kavinsky and sometimes prone to violence, but really that just made him even more like the actual Illya.]
You've got a dragon.
[He added, inspecting the necklace in his hands. It looked like the clasp had been snapped, but it was probably an easy fix. Maybe.
He'd say he didn't know how he felt about dragons, but he did. It was complicated to put it mildly.]
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Yeah. He's a good dog.
[As good as a hellhound could be, anyway. Illya was always protective of Kavinsky and sometimes prone to violence, but really that just made him even more like the actual Illya.]
You've got a dragon.
[He added, inspecting the necklace in his hands. It looked like the clasp had been snapped, but it was probably an easy fix. Maybe.
He'd say he didn't know how he felt about dragons, but he did. It was complicated to put it mildly.]
Is it as much of a little shit as all the others?