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Freddie woke up and there was a bad smell in the air. Like something was burnt. Maybe Peter or Joe burnt another pie? He hoped not. He could use a nice breakfast pie. Then the ebony haired man remembers that Joe and Peter weren't here. They were sent off to do "important grocery shopping". Aka go fucking in the bushes.
Fred stretches out and rubs his eyes. He sighs softly seeing his silk curtains now halfway burned, "Goddamn it, Delilah."
His pet baby dragon sat by the window happily wagging her tail. She had a collar on her neck that reads, "Delilah" and where to return her if lost. Which hopefully she never does run away.
Pretty sure the Queen and her cousin-husband won't be too happy with a baby dragon running loose in England. Although it may finally give them some hot weather instead of the usual dreaded rain.
Freddie throws the covers off and gets his fluffy pink slippers on. He takes down the curtains and gets new ones. The young man should remember to keep his beloved pet out of his room at night no matter how cute she is.
Freddie approaches his beloved. Fred scratches Delilah behind her ears. She hisses softly and puffs out a little fire which Freddie is so used to, that he doesn't react. He just kisses her head and hugs her, "Good morning baby."
The Parsi-Indian walks downstairs, Delilah at his heels. The scratching of her claws is like music to Fred's ears at this point. As long as her nails do hit him he's good. Her claws are like razors and the little booties he bought her don't work. She broke them. Now he's got to find metal booties or something to keep from getting killed.
And before you ask "Why don't you just trim her nails?". Do you dear listener want to trim a baby fire breathing dragon with razor sharp claws that can't control her fire powers yet? No? That's what we thought now hush your little mouth or Cotton Eye Joe will play on a 20 hour loop then the Gummy Bear song.
Freddie walks to the special pantry and lugs a six pound bag of mealworms balancing it on his shoulder. He pours the entire bag into a pig trough and throws in big slabs of bloody meat in there, "Enjoy, my little darling."
Delilah licks his ankle and trots over. She happily goes ham on her food while Freddie eats his cereal and toast.
Then he remembers he invited his friends over to catch up. They were worried about him. They haven't been hanging out or allowed near Freddie's home in about a month. So Freddie just said to met him at his home at around 8AM and they'll catch up.
Only now he has to hide a baby dragon the size of a large dog somewhere in his tiny home. Oh Freddie you're an idiot. And then the doorbell began to ring.
Freddie panics as the doorbell keeps ringing and ringing. Oh why did he have to bring his friends over today! Of all days. Fred should have said he had the mumps or something. And now he's in a bit of a pickle.
They wouldn't believe him. If he tried. Fred slaps the cat ear headband on his pet and hopes for the best.
Freddie opens the door with a fake smile on his face, "Hello, darlings."
Roger, John, and Brian look at Freddie like he's grown a third head. Maybe it was the smouldering coffee table or the faint whiff of smoke.
"Do come in." Freddie opens the door wider.
The trio enter the home which looks like someone burned most of the furniture. They sit down on the couch that wasn't badly charred.
Freddie hands them drinks and sits down in the recliner. His friends all make small talk and chat away about their lives.
There's a rumble and big fat scaley beast with tiny wings is on their laps with a cat ear headband.
Roger screams jerking off the couch spilling his drink and the beast's claws rip his jeans some, “...What the fuck is that?!!”
Freddie froze eyes wide, “A cat.”
“That is clearly a dragon wearing a cat ear headband!!!" The blond yells.
Freddie slowly picks up his pet from his friends' lap. They are all stunned, “No it’s not, it’s a cat.”
The "cat" huffs a puff of fire out its mouth, “That breathes fire?” Brian asks.
Freddie glares at his pet, “.....It’s a very rare breed.”
Brian shakes his head and picks up Delilah from Fred, "Well either way. She's a sweetheart."
Roger yanks off the headband, "See it's a dragon."
"We all knew that." John swats him.
Roger picks up the thing and cradles it like it's a baby, "Well I'm your uncle Roger."
Delilah licks his cheek happily. She puffs out some fire. Brian raises a brow and examines her, "Where the hell did you find a dragon in England?"
"Yeah aren't dragons more Scotland?" Roger asks.
"No unicorns are more Scotland." John huffs,
"No, all fairy tales seem to be England.. So dragons are English." Brian guessed.
Freddie waves his hand, "I found her egg on my morning jog. It was pretty and shiny. So I took it."
"And?" John asks.
"Well I wrapped it up and kept it warm… when I got home it wrapped." Freddie explains, "Then it started to hatch and well…"
Brian runs his hand through his curls, "How are we going to tour now?"
"I can board her for a bit." Freddie panics, "Peter knows about her, he can watch her."
"What does she eat?" John asks petting her.
"Six pounds of mealworms and two pounds of bloody raw meat."
Brian gags, "Gross but you gotta feed your pet. You don't force your pet to your own diet."
They agree and little Delilah is passed around the group. She received a lot of snuggles and cuddles. She was a very happy dragon.
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