[And then he jerks his head back with a hiss, like a startled cat. He has to restrain himself from swatting at the tail with his claws, and settles for hunkering down, glowering.]
I wasn't going to hurt your stupid mountain...
[But fine, he'll wait. He doesn't want to go home and explain to Smaller Dad why he's covered in bruises. They'll just fuss. Or worse. Which is unbearable and embarrassing. So he waits, passing the time by preening himself in earnest. Hey, if he's going to go crawling through a hole, he might as well look pretty in the process.]
[He... regards the resulting hole in disdain. He's not a broad dragon, but he's lanky. And the prospect of having to fold himself up like some common digger is insulting. But... treasure...]
[The treasure is what gets him. So in he goes, wiggling and huffing indignantly the whole while. Up until he can stand back up and vigorously shake himself all over to rid himself of any and all imagined dust.]
... It's. Hm. This is larger than I thought you'd make.
[Since JW is so long and snakey and -- oh. A plate. His eyes brighten immediately, before dimming, and his lip curling slightly.]
All this -- [He gestures around with a wingtip.] -- and you're only handing over a plate? How stingy can you be! I thought you were worried for my scales.
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[And then he jerks his head back with a hiss, like a startled cat. He has to restrain himself from swatting at the tail with his claws, and settles for hunkering down, glowering.]
I wasn't going to hurt your stupid mountain...
[But fine, he'll wait. He doesn't want to go home and explain to Smaller Dad why he's covered in bruises. They'll just fuss. Or worse. Which is unbearable and embarrassing. So he waits, passing the time by preening himself in earnest. Hey, if he's going to go crawling through a hole, he might as well look pretty in the process.]
[He... regards the resulting hole in disdain. He's not a broad dragon, but he's lanky. And the prospect of having to fold himself up like some common digger is insulting. But... treasure...]
[The treasure is what gets him. So in he goes, wiggling and huffing indignantly the whole while. Up until he can stand back up and vigorously shake himself all over to rid himself of any and all imagined dust.]
... It's. Hm. This is larger than I thought you'd make.
[Since JW is so long and snakey and -- oh. A plate. His eyes brighten immediately, before dimming, and his lip curling slightly.]
All this -- [He gestures around with a wingtip.] -- and you're only handing over a plate? How stingy can you be! I thought you were worried for my scales.