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He was most certainly not going to be lighting anything on fire. At least... Not yet. He had found something and this something was his. He had carefully rolled it back into the 'nest', dragging a pillow out of Old Grumbly's study to prop it up on before curling around it, clucking and chirping softly.

It was his precious. His egg. It had to be his even if he didn't remember laying it. It was rainbow-like, afterall. It looked like his wingtips... At night.

His brow furrowed slightly as he peered into his room to check on Torch. He had been acting funny lately... A bit too funny. His eyes went wide as he peered in to see him wrapped around what looked like... An egg.

He stumbled back into the hallway, bringing his fingers up to brush them through his hair. "Oh no... No, that's not good. Not good at all..." Jaxom was going to have his head. He'd said that he didn't want any more dragons and here Torch had found one somewhere.

He jumped before straightening himself out quickly, not wanting to be grumbled at for 'slacking' or anything. "Um." He could lie and say nothing... Then again, he could also find himself sleeping out on the porch tonight when Jaxom found out that 'nothing' meant 'something' like it generally did...

"It... Seems like Torch brought something home, sir. I know it's not his. Couldn't be." Torch was a boy dragon, afterall... And boy dragons didn't lay eggs... Even if his boy dragon was acting a bit birdy.

He bit on his lower lip, worrying it for a moment before stepping aside so that the older man could look into the room. "I don't know where he got it, sir. My guess is that there's something missing from the rookery and that someone's looking for it. I could get some flyers made to put up about... Find it a nice home before it even hatches."

If he would be able to get the egg away from him, that was. He had curled protectively around it and, at the chatter out in the hall, he'd started to growl softly. This was his special. No one else could have it. Especially not Old Grumbley. He would just be mean to it.

His nose wrinkled as he lifted his head from on top of the egg, flickering his forked tongue out at Old Grumbley. He'd seen Dorian do it before when he was upset with the elder man. It seemed to fit... Even if he wasn't quite sure what it meant.

He placed one clawed paw on the egg, shifting it slightly in order to roll it closer to him. His. Old Grumbley could lay his own egg if he wanted one that badly.

As sure as he was that there was something lodged up Jaxom's rear he was certain that it wasn't an egg and, had he known what Torch was thinking, he could have told him that. He swallowed hard before nodding. "... Yes, sir. But... Might I suggest finding someone to claim it before I attempt to er... Do what you asked?" He wasn't going to get his bloody fingers bitten off if they didn't even have something to do with the egg.

He, much like his dragon, was sorely tempted to make a face at the apothocary. He was certain that he could tell him what to do with the egg... But he wasn't all that certain that either Jaxom, Torch or the egg would enjoy it. Hmm... Nevermind. Jaxom might.

"That could be an idea, sir. It would all depend on who was the first to walk through the door though." He nodded. If Jaxom did that he could at least profit from the misfortune of Torch rolling an egg home.

He did not like this idea and he made it clear by growling softly, draping his tail protectively around the egg while splaying a wing over it as if he could hide it from the two wizards talking. If they couldn't see it then it wasn't there and they couldn't have it. His.

His tongue flickered out at Old Grumbley again as he made a sound as close to what Dorian had called 'raspberries' as possible. He could easily just move his precious shiney and hide it away until it was too late. They couldn't take it if he did that.

Sighing he made his way into the room, reaching to give Torch a light pat on his head. "... I don't want to get tossed out, Torch. I promise we'll find a good home for it." Hoping that his dragon at least partially understood that he backed out of the room, heading out to watch the shop front.

He entered the shop and peered around for a moment, silver hair pulled into a loose braid that fell down along his back. He was both younger and older than he looked and nothing in between. His smirk was almost boyish as he picked up a glass vial and tossed it into the air, trying to catch the attention of the young shop clerk.

His attention was caught and he quickly scrambled to his feet, snatching the bottle out of the air. "Don't do that." His nose scrunched as he held the bottle closer to him. "Don't you know better than to do that?"