[Yes, Natsumi, your dragon definitely belongs on your shoulders when you're cooking. Or on a towel, f you really want to put her on the counter. What the hell. You wouldn't let a dog or a cat up on the counter while you were cooking, would you???]
[Fuyuhiko continues to look sternly at the dragons for another minute or so, arms folded on his chest. But...dammit, he just can't stay mad at these little guys. They're too cute...]
[So, eventually, he sighs and leans back down, holding an arm out to each dragon so they can scamper up onto his shoulders if they want.]
Alright, come on then. If you stay put, you can watch from my shoulders, got it? No jumping down or digging in with your claws, otherwise you'll have vegetables for lunch instead of fish.
[Kougetsuren grimaces at the mention of vegetables, giving a disgusted little noise. Ewwww. Gross. Veggies! After expressing his displeasure, he winds his way up his scion's arm to perch himself on Fuyuhiko's right shoulder. Fish, fish, fish!!!]
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[Fuyuhiko continues to look sternly at the dragons for another minute or so, arms folded on his chest. But...dammit, he just can't stay mad at these little guys. They're too cute...]
[So, eventually, he sighs and leans back down, holding an arm out to each dragon so they can scamper up onto his shoulders if they want.]
Alright, come on then. If you stay put, you can watch from my shoulders, got it? No jumping down or digging in with your claws, otherwise you'll have vegetables for lunch instead of fish.
[Kougetsuren grimaces at the mention of vegetables, giving a disgusted little noise. Ewwww. Gross. Veggies! After expressing his displeasure, he winds his way up his scion's arm to perch himself on Fuyuhiko's right shoulder. Fish, fish, fish!!!]