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"Torch still thinks it's his... And it's going to take quite a bit to get him to settle down once he stops trying to gnaw on that ruby. He'll probably put it in that little chest you gave me last year for Solstice and then he'll huff and pout." His nose scrunched. He might as well sleep out on the blasted porch. It would be better than returning to a room that housed an angry dragon.

"Three dragons, sir. You've got three dragons and me... And I don't cause nearly as much trouble as I did when you first accepted me." He nodded slowly, glancing back towards the door once more. "I'm sure we'll see him again. He seemed like the sort that'd keep his word... Also seemed like he'd be willing t'give you a hand with Panzer."

"You wouldn't sell him to a breeder." His nose scrunched slightly as he glanced down at his arm. He'd heard all sorts of threats from Jaxom before and he'd only gone through with one of them (and it hadn't even been a bad one, at that). "He really isn't all that bad. He's just young..."

He closed his eyes for a moment. "I still say he seemed nice. Wouldn't hurt all that much to have someone nice around here every now and then... Even if it would put a burr in your backside."

"Different dragons have different personalities. You know that as well as I do, sir." They'd taught that up at the school before he'd been given his first dragon. He still hadn't quite figured out what he'd done to get Torch's egg handed to him.

He snorted softly as he shook his head. "And leave you to enjoy peace and quiet? Never. Besides... I'm not a tinker. My call is currently towards fire and you know that your potions have been turning out better since I've apprenticed here... Not to mention your dinners."

"If you didn't like having me around at least a little bit you would have gone through with your threats to kick me out by now." He nodded slowly as he carefully put everything back into the kit. As much of an a** as Jaxom was... He did have some redeeming qualities from time to time. Not many... But some.

"If my food's so lacking does that mean you'll be making dinner tonight, sir?"

"... In my defense, it was Panzer's mess that wound up knocking the table over and he's your dragon, sir." He smirked as, taking the kit, he headed for the kitchen. He had smelled the bread baking earlier that morning (it had woken him up) and he knew that there had to be enough things left over in the kitchen to make some sort of a decent stew.