the-dragon-childe

-GueDdy: Smile- He breathed in deeply, letting the comforting, sweet aroma fill his lungs.  Pancakes.  She was cooking pancakes and bacon.  He scrambled to get out of bed, fell on his rear in the process, hastened to don his green housecoat, and exited his room, heading to the kitchen.  Sure enough, there she was, standing at the stove and hard at work, dark blue wings folded tightly against her back.  He felt the corners of his mouth turn upward, and struggled to affect an irritated look as he cleared his throat to get her attention. "And how exactly did you manage to get in here without any of the hired help finding out?" He asked, thou