Mettaton. Yes, I am accusing you of precisely that. Have you ever had so much as a pet before? Cared for a living entity more demanding than a ficus?
[With every word he types, Emet-Selch could feel ever more of this responsibility being foisted upon his shoulders. His refusals: ignored. His protests: denied. His future: dragon parent?]
Dragons are not native to my world, but are refugees chased there from beyond... and what I know of their rearing and constitution may be of little bearing here.
But as of yet, 'tis an egg. As with most eggs, it presumably seeks warmth.
Or, we could save me all future trouble and simply crack it open and eat it.
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[With every word he types, Emet-Selch could feel ever more of this responsibility being foisted upon his shoulders. His refusals: ignored. His protests: denied. His future: dragon parent?]
Dragons are not native to my world, but are refugees chased there from beyond... and what I know of their rearing and constitution may be of little bearing here.
But as of yet, 'tis an egg. As with most eggs, it presumably seeks warmth.
Or, we could save me all future trouble and simply crack it open and eat it.