👑𝕶𝖊𝖊𝖕𝖒𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖅𝖊𝖗𝖆𝖙𝖍👑

"𝕴 𝖐𝖊𝖊𝖕 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖕𝖊𝖆𝖈𝖊 𝖆𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖉 𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊." "𝕴'𝖉 𝖘𝖆𝖞 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙'𝖘 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖙𝖍 𝖐𝖊𝖊𝖕𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖒𝖊 𝖕𝖆𝖈𝖎𝖋𝖎𝖊𝖉." ↓

"Surprising, given how yer "built." Hreh-hreh." Smirking to himself for such a brilliant pun, Zerath gives the human a firm pat on his back and a snicker before hauling himself and all of his supplies up that ladder. "Should be done before ten." He calls out confidently.

warm smile on the older man's face.

The dragon wasn't even looking to get involved with nobody. It's just that they bump into each other turning a corner and Angel gets a faceful of tits and a belly against his entire torso. "Oop- Careful there, lad!" Should he look up he'd see something sickening. A genuine-

"Nice uh... place. We'll have it fixed right up!"

"Yessir." At least he was... respectful when the other was directly looking at him, holding his tongue, secretly though, he was delighting at the awkward position he had the other man in. Just a little bit of amusement to brighten up a gloomy day. He'd follow, looking around.-

At least Zerath was enjoying the show. Made it worthwhile to haul supplies all the way to church in the rain. At least all those leaks are gonna be easy to spot in the attic. He waits, rather patiently to be let in.

Too bad the dragon doesn't really visit the church unless there's work to do. Speaking of which- Cue a knock on the window to spook the living daylights out of the poor guy. "Wake up, father. Time to fix up that roof finally, hreh."

"Heh." He does so in a manner of speaking. Rocket on his back, pinned under the dragon's chest. "You wanted to poke this, did you?"

Holding Rocket up. "There you are."

And there comes the tail wrapping around the raccoon.

"...Fuck." Geniunely didn't notice.

Try and hide from him under his tits, he dares you.

"Rough day, [reader]. need to rub old man belly?" Pat pat!

"Turn around juuuust a bit more, lad? The shower wall was all foggy, didn't get a good look." Of course he'd be entirely unaplogetic about it too, smirking from the bed.

Casually leaning in and flexing an arm just at the right angle to prop the potter's chin on his biceps.