<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/jjCig7W.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Destrian Brand (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341089.msg16149670#msg16149670)<br/><strong>Dragon Type:</strong>Fire<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>His Dragon Slayer Armor<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>1 April 2050, 0745<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Rust and Ruckus, Warehouse District, Raven City<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Reese, Des (M)<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Teenage emotions<br/><hr/>“What?” Jake exclaimed. “How do I suck?”<br/><br/><strong>Also, and for some reason I feel like this is important to mention, I am gay. So very gay.</strong><br/><br/>The teenager gave her a blank stare before he said, “What does that have to do with dragons, Reese? What does that have to do with anything I said to you?”<br/><br/>He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Wait; yes he could. Why on earth would he had expected anyone to believe him? Dragons and Dragon Slayers didn’t exist and despite there being one literally laying in the Escalade, Reese still didn’t believe him.<em>I wish there was a dragon barging in right now,</em>Jake thought.<br/><br/>“He’s not having a crisis, Reese. Our planet is! I told you that!”<br/><br/>Jake sighed loudly in exasperation when she mocked him. He said no more as she made her decision, and also ordered him to assist her. He kept the ladder steady for her while his brain raced at a hundred miles per hour. No matter what, it seemed like he was going to get blamed for shit. It hadn’t even been his fault! He hoped for dragon dude to wake up, burn something, or even swing his spear around but that was all unlikely. He was out cold.<br/><br/>After Reese finished the garage door, she tried to get rid of him for thirty minutes. Jake stepped out of the garage, but he didn’t go far. No; he watched in secret.<em>You’re gonna have a hard time now,</em>he thought. He remembered how the dragon dude had behaved. He wasn’t entirely friendly, and neither was Reese!<br/><br/><em>Oh shit, what if he sets the Escalade on fire?</em>he mused. He glanced to where the fire extinguisher was, taking note of its location and praying he wouldn’t have to use it.<br/><br/>The slumbering knight didn’t respond to any of Reese’s attempts to talk. There hadn’t been any alteration in his snoring. Normally, he didn’t sleep so hard, but there was some sort of magic in the seats—at least he would have suspected this once awake. He could have been robbed blind and still wouldn’t have awakened to stop it.