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Milo startled, his grip loosening. “What?”
“You’re a dragon!”
Notes:
Headcanon:
Terry, Rowan’s nosy secretary has the hots for Cornelius, the shy little dragon project manager. Cornelius is a chameleon type dragon and blends with his surroundings so Terry got him the cat print tie so he could spot him around the building easier.
Will that be in the story? No.
Does it live rent free in our heads? Yes.
And now it does in yours too. You are most welcome.
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Milo
A freaking lunatic. Their lives, their home, their future, and their security were in the hands…claws…whatever, of a lunatic!
He dropped the dragon’s tie like it had burned him and stepped away shaking his head.
“You’re clinically insane. Which is great, now that I think about it, because I’m about to sue you for all you’re worth for allowing someone delusional to run this project. To tear down buildings and make people homeless.”
He stared at the confused faces of the people in the room, waiting for someone to acknowledge the very real concern he had brought up, but they all seemed completely chill about whatever mental issues the red assdragon had.
“You just flashed your eyes at me,” the dragon—Rowan, Milo remembered from the name on the order—said, still staring him down, making him feel like he was being picked apart just by being looked at.
“The only thing I may have flashed you is the finger, you absolute lunatic.” Milo held the aforementioned finger in the air and waved it in Rowan’s face. For emphasis. And dramatic effect. He liked making an impact. Sue him. Wait…no.
“I”—he corrected his own thought out loud—“will be the one doing the suing.”
“What?” Rowan asked, going cross-eyed looking at the middle finger still stupidly close to his nose. A nose that was breathing out very hot, very unnaturally visible air onto Milo’s finger.
He froze for a moment, because losing a finger was definitely not on his agenda today, or ever, and made a very elegant swooping gesture to remove it from danger before speaking again. The shivers were from fear of losing an appendage, not because the hot air actually felt very nice on his skin.
“The building stays,” he said to Rowan. “Or this goes to court.”
“You can’t afford to sue this company,” someone said from behind Rowan.
Milo scowled. “I’ve been told I have a mouth people would pay for.”
“Yeah, to shut up,” the unknown, very rude man said, and Milo bristled for a moment before deciding it truly didn’t matter. He had the upper hand. He was the one in control now. He had it all fixed, just like he’d promised everyone he would.
“You have been warned,” he said to Rowan before storming out of the room. They didn’t even tip.
Asshole dragons.
He fished his phone out of his pocket and dialed the first number in his favorites, glaring at everyone he walked past because they’d all sold their souls to the evil dragons in suits tearing people’s homes down.
Ray picked up on the third ring. “Yes?”
“I am a genius!” Milo told his best friend, although he didn’t really think he needed to say it. Ray had known him for years. Truly, he was the best thing to have come out of the whole Andrew fiasco. The other boyfriend, the other life Andrew had been leading, and now Milo’s brother in all the ways that mattered. He was well aware of just how clever Milo could be.
“Sure.” Ray didn’t sound very convinced, which…rude.
“I just saved our building!”
