<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/e5/5e/30/e55e30d68d29d991408692c70bb036b9.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><strong>Name:</strong> Reese Wilder (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341089.msg16147118#msg16147118)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong> Yellow converse, pink turtleneck, dirty coveralls. [Pictured (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/70/b5/6e/70b56e060b98dc5e5469384b4252d444.jpg)]<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 1 April 2050 | 10:00 AM<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Warehouse District<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Des, Jake (M)<br/><strong>Content:</strong> Friendship...?</span><br/><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">Rest, food and water. <em>Yeah. Duh, dude.</em> Reese had asked if Destrian needed any special care for his magical fire fighting dragon powers! Like how a fancy ass car might need a special charger to boost its batteries, or some shit. “Uh…” but before the young, spunky blonde mechanic could say anything more, Destrian threw some <em>shade</em> at her. Literal shade, from beneath his stolen motorcycle helmet. “<em>What</em>?! No! <em>Ew</em>!” Reese retorted with a glare of disgust and a scrunch of her pierced nose, “I sure as shit ain’t going to cry, <em>barf</em> maybe, Des-tri-an,” she spoke his name in three, clear syllables like she would with <em>any</em> of her five siblings when they were teasing her, despite the fact that Reese and Destrian shared no relation. And, also, the fact that unlike <em>any</em> of her siblings, he could create a terrifying fiery hellscape on a god damn whim.<br/><br/>But he <em>started</em> it. Now Reese had to defend herself like any good fifth child would do.<br/><br/>"If dragon’s can be <em>killed</em> by magic, why aren’t they <em>made</em> of magic too, huh?” Reese thunked her palm on the steering wheel of the Escalade just to prove her exasperation, as her voice became louder, “When they die, why they gotta explode all their icky, bloody, inside goop everywhere, and not, say, I <em>dunno</em>, blast shimmering gold and pretty rainbows outta their ass? If you can walk through a fucking inferno unscathed, Destrian, anything is now possible.” Though that last bit, now that she was starting to think about it, was kind of… <em>a lot</em>. If dragons — and dragon slayers — were real, what else could actually happen in Raven City? What <em>was</em> going to happen in Raven City? Reese let out a puff of air from her nostrils and dropped her shoulders, sinking down in the Driver’s seat of the Escalade and lowering her voice back down to a soft volume. “But…” she smacked her lips together, trying not to think too hard about the meaning of every dragon related thing that had happened, less her Fast and Furious adrenaline wear off. She wanted to <em>know</em>, of course, how dragon’s worked, and how magic worked but… <br/><br/>“Glad to know my hospitality is the lesser of two evils.”<br/><br/>Destrian was a bit of an Eeyore. Quiet, almost painfully so, and rather moody, maybe even borderline depressed. But no one in the One Hundred Acre Woods ever shunned Eeyore, or expected him to be anything he wasn’t. They always accepted him, and invited him to all their forest tea parties, as is. “I have lots of places to rest at my place… And food, and water.” She was trying her best to make their situation less awkward, and more... friendly. “I also have more helmets that you like,” Reese nodded up towards the motorcycle helmet that was currently covering his boney face, “And headphones. I have a feeling you’re really going to like noise canceling headphones. I’ll explain those later. Jake is going to be a snot when we get back, by the way.” She swallowed, now knowing how Destrian felt about the teenager. At this particular moment in time, Reese felt very much the <em>same</em>. Jake’s ‘yeah whatever’ had not reassured her. Jake would not keep the appearance of dragon’s on the down low, not even for Destrian’s sake. And, she figured, he was going to ask a shit ton of annoying, prying questions about what <em>actually</em> happened between Reese, Destrian and the motherfucking red dead dragon and Reese did <em>not</em> like lying.<br/><br/>“Do you want to come in the garage when we get back? I can help you avoid Jake, if you’d rather. He’s major panicking, which admittedly is making his usual Teenager even worse.” She then wondered what teenagers were like where Destrian was from.... Wherever that was, again.</span>