Cryobionic
Seven Thousand Club
"What was her name?" Vincent asked curiously, setting his cup down on the counter. He had heard of illegal dragon tamers of course, specifically in the underground market, but he had never met one before, and he wasn't really sure how he felt about one venturing into the cafe, "And why don't you like dragons? They're not exactly bad creatures." He added, looking at her in confusion.
"No," Oliver told her simply, pulling his tail out of his jeans before sitting down in the windowsill, handing the kitten over to the witch, "It stinks down there! And the humans are rude. Did you know that Bratwurst nearly got squished while we were walking through the crowds?"
"No," Oliver told her simply, pulling his tail out of his jeans before sitting down in the windowsill, handing the kitten over to the witch, "It stinks down there! And the humans are rude. Did you know that Bratwurst nearly got squished while we were walking through the crowds?"