David
Carlyn scowered at Livio's first response and then ignored his question with a hmph.
Seems she misinterpretted what he had said. She thought he was implying her name *Wasn't* Regular. Not the Dragon's.
Thomas
"...Did I say something wrong? I just meant your sister's name was normal. And it's not everyday that people say that they have a dragon, you know-"

*Livio seemed confused on why Carlyn suddenly seemed to get angry.*
David
*"Yeah, my name is perfectly fine too. Just 'cause Mary has a traditional name doesn't mean mine isn't normal. You're more than welcome to sleep on the couch, you know."*

The dragon question was aired yet again.
Thomas
"You're absolutely right."

*Livio put his arms around Carlyn and sort of just flopped down on her, though still walked with her.*

"If I said anything mean, I didn't mean it, ok?"
David
*"Thought so."* Carlyn retorted, evening out his weight with her own. This close, he could feel it. Not only had she been keeping up with her training, she was stronger than she was before. Her muscular frame was hidden by dense and loose fitting clothes. It was only slightly jarring. 

*"Buuuut yeah, I have a dragon. Her name is La'vera... Or maybe... He? Never checked before. Doesn't really like strangers but she'll tolerate them."*
Thomas
"Hey, you've been working!"

*Standing up on his own two feet, Livio would place his hand on her shoulders, partially feeling her muscular frame, partially trying to tickle her. Sure, it wasn't as built as he was, but Livio had been a professional soldier before this. Was it just him, or was she taller than Shaw?*

"Well, I hope he'll tolerate me. I don't wany any dragons angry at me."
David
*"Hey- no poking."* She fussed, twitching away with a toothy grin, *"He won't bite you but I will if you keep doing that."*
Thomas
*Livio snickered a bit at Carlyn's reaction, responding with a headpat.*

"And what if I like it?"
David
*"What if you..."* Carlyn repeated, giving him a funny look and saying, *"You're weird, if you do. Who wants to be bit?"*
Thomas
*Livio let out a laugh at Carlyn's reaction.*

"No, no I don't. But there's some weird people that you can meet out there that do. A little nibble, right there-"

*Livio would lightly punch Carlyn's neck, just enough so she could feel him.*
David
*"Well I'm ferocious and don't nibble, I bite. So don't poke me or else."* She threatened lightheartedly, giving him another fanged grin. Scary kemonomimi teeth.

They were finally coming up on the Kadho General Store. It hadn't changed much from the last time Livio was here, only, this time he was invited inside rather than a conversation from over the outdoor stall. Carlyn opened the door for him, since he was her guest.
Thomas
*Livio gave her another headpat as she gave a fanged grin. He just saw it as cute.*

*He gave a bow of thanks as Carlyn opened the door for him, as he stepped inside and gave a look around.*
David
They were immediately met by the voice of a man who swung his head from around a corner.
Immediately, the man started talking at the girl in Runra. She had no idea if Livio understood the language and double-took.

The sir was another Kemono, much like herself, with a small frame and incredibly dark brown hair with white strands and a scruffy beard. Seemed like this was her father.
**"Carlyn, where the hell have you been all day?!"** He fussed, and then looked at Livio, **"And who's the boy?"**

**"Does it matter? Shipment details should have arrived. I'm going to my room to work on the next long. He's spending the night with me."**

Before they really could get another word between each other, Carlyn took Livio's hand and hurried him along towards a hallway that broke off into a couple different rooms. It was the middlemost room that belonged to Carlyn, of which she damn near dragged him into and then shut the door with an annoyed sigh.
Thomas
"Eh? Uh, no speak Runran."

*He recognized the language as Runran, but had no idea how to speak it. Maybe he should have Hara or Carlyn teach him some. He looked to a man who seemed to be Carlyn's father. He smiled and gave him a wave before being dragged along by the dog into her room.*

"Not fond of him?"
David
The girl shook her head and said, *"Nah, not that. I just kind of dissappeared on him for like... 5 hours. I was supposed to be back with the shipment details but I got a little..."*

She looked at Livio. He was her scapegoat.

*"Tied up. And I've also never brought anyone home before, not since I was like thirteen or fourteen, so I'm sure that's a little concerning to him."*
Thomas
"Well, you did get the shipment details to him, right? The end result should be all that matters."

*Livio looked back at Carlyn, not knowing what was going on in her head.*

"That's quite a long time. Fifteen sixteen is typically when that stuff's at it's peak, isn't it?"
David
*"Yup. Sent it with the Captain."*

Carlyn finally stepped around Livio and let him get a good look at her room. Frankly, it was exactly what you might expect from the dog.
She had a double bed on one side of the room and above her bed was a window that gave plenty of natural light. At the center of the back wall was a pretty freakin' huge desk, full of organized folders, papers, stamps, and at least three different mathematical tools. She had a huge map of the entirety of the local continents above the desk plastered over her wall. The corner across from where her bed was was dedicated to her adventuring stuff. A thick and heavy suit of plate steel armor stood on an armor stand and her spear that hung on a rack. She spent a lot of her free time etching designs into her spear and more recently the armor. Livio could see fairly fine designs that were, admittedly, not *Amazing*, but for an unskilled woman with a hobby? They looked cute.

A sigh escaped her mouth. It was good to be home and not working.
She looked at Livio and added, *"Not only that, I'm just too busy to bring boys home anymore."*

She lied about doing work. Her jacket was hung on a coat rack and underneath she wore a white tunic that really defined her musculature - especially her bare arms. She really *Hadn't* Slacked on her training, not even an inch. The everpresent war had really stirred a fire in her, though she waited far too late to get in on it.

Plush toys and trinkets sat on every avaliable corner of her desk, bed, and shelves. She seemed to really like collecting things.