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That was a phrase Gabby didn't think he wanted to hear at the moment. He was looking for a good, clean spot to use as takeoff and landing, when he heard the rumble of words coming from nearby, and moved to find them. When he passed the last tree blocking his view, he froze at the sight of the red dragon, rooted to the spot in surprise, and apprehension. Something about the sight of him made Gabby feel.. unsettled.

He backed away before he'd be noticed, and returned to the clearing he'd found. There, he plucked off his pin, and took a deep breath as the tendrils of ghostly wisps extended out, covering him in a cloudy cocoon. It grew, and grew, until it finally dissipated, and he was left to resolidify in his dragon form. The last few tufts clung to his head, and he shook it mightily, before storming forward.

"Not so huge to me." Immediately he was challenging, finding himself unable to resist the urge of dominance that overcame him. A puff of icy breath snorted out from his nostrils, and he sized up the red dragon with a haughty glare.

A low, rumbling growl emitted from deep within, as Gabby inched forward to circle the red dangerously, scratching his claws anxiously in the dirt under his feet. "Size isn't everything." The low growl of his voice muttered. "It's how you use it that matters. And from the way it looks to me, you don't know much, pal."

The majestic movement of a dragon felt like it was missing in this particular red. Gabby could have lunged for the closest wing and ripped it to shreds with his claws, rendering the red flightless within mere moments. He was too open, too exposed. Gabby saw that neck from here, but he wasn't stupid. This was a student - or worse, some weird teacher - and he wasn't going to get caught killing some random Amityville inhabitant just because his pride was at stake.

"What are you doing out here anyway? Other than making us dragons look bad."

Gabby stopped casing the dragon when he admitted that there was legitimate reason for his inadequacy. That, of course, meant he was admitting inadequacy. Simply the admittance set Gabby as the dominant party of the two, and he padded back to the front of him, settling down partially while keeping a wary eye on the red.

"Jealous? HAH. I've got nothing to be jealous about, trust me." Gabby huffed out, his large eyes rolling in their sockets. "I just have a lot of pride for the dragons. We are the best creatures, after all. I'd rather not see somebody failing so hard at being one."

At this point, Jericho wasn't even doing anything that would be considered a draconic failure. Gabby was just making insults up to feel better.

Gabby relaxed even more at the agreement. Maybe the red wasn't so terrible, after all. He was terrible, just maybe.. not as terrible as Gabby had initially thought.

He folded his front paws in front of him, and shook his read regally. "If I told you that, it would be cheating." This was code for there is no answer. Gabby gave him a secretive smile, and his muzzle cracked open, breathing frost directly at him. He knew the red would hate it. "What's your name? I'm new here, I was beginning to think there weren't any other dragons around."

Gabby loved the way he bared his teeth at the frost. It made him slit his eyes with a satisfied air. "Please don't." He growled. "I have a name, it's Gabriel. Thank you for letting me know you are the only red around. You've just given me some good news today." Ouch. He refrained from taunting with frost any further, and instead just dug his nails playfully in the sand. "How old are you? Definitely not an elder. But not too young either.." He was big - there was no denying Gabby's jealousy. But Jericho was a valuable source of information.. and he wasn't nearly as hot headed as some other reds he'd known. "What do you like to do around here for fun?"

Gabby's expression fell in disappointment. What a boring answer, to both questions. In fact, the red seemed to bore him far more than he'd expected. Weren't reds supposed to be a source of infinite amusement for their ridiculous tempers? "I don't really need to eat, so hunting's not high on my list of things to do right now." His sarcastic hiss was evident in his tone. "But what kind of games do you play?" And as soon as he'd repeated the word games, Gabby realized the dragon was possibly referring to sports. Suddenly, Jericho was not so bored anymore. "Are you on the bruteball team? Do you know if they're recruiting? Is there any other sports teams around? I never see anything lately - is there like some hidden underground sports arena I don't know about?"

Gabby had pushed himself up to standing position, and shifted his weight alternately in a jittery fashion.

Jericho's answer was disappointing. "Oh." He mumbled. "I thought maybe you were on them.." Weren't dragons usually big enough guys, in their humanoid forms? But a transfer student explained away all his questions, and Gabby huffed out in understanding. "So you're as new as I am, huh? Are you planning on joining any of those things? I want to join 'em all, but I don't see any sign ups anywhere. And trust me. I've looked."

Gabby had scoured the school for any sign of sports teams. It was either the off season.. or the permanently off season.