[DailyPrompt] "But he followed me home!"
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kc_obrien"Elijah-"
"No, Daddy!" Malcolm's son insisted, "he followed me home and I'm going to keep him."
"But he's so big!" Becky, the neighbor girl who sometimes babysat for the Coopers replied.
"That's what's so cool about him!" The boy's eyes were wide and earnest, the smile on his face the broadest that they'd ever seen.
"Big and dangerous," Malcolm replied, glancing towards his wife for some backup.
"Very dangerous. You could get in a lot of trouble if he hurts someone." Veronica finally added, looking abashed.
"He won't. I promise."
"How can you know? Have you seen the teeth on him? He'd eat the Carter's pit bull whole." Veronica continued quietly.
"Yes!" Malcolm exclaimed, picking up the ball she'd handed to him, "Imagine what the neighbors would think!"
Elijah made a face, puffing out his cheeks, holding his breath.
"When has that ever helped you in the past?"
The boy frowned and let the air out of his lungs in a long sigh. "He's just so cool, I don't know what I'd do without him."
"You didn't even know he existed an hour ago," Malcolm smiled at his little boy, picking him up off the floor, setting him on the edge of the counter. "Awfully short amount of time to build such a big connection."
"Have you seen him?" He asked breathlessly, utterly enamored the way only a child can be with his new favorite thing.
"Yes, we have," Veronica added. "And, how do you know he's a he? It could be a she. It could be pregnant."
"What's pregnant?"
"Pregnant," Malcolm replied, flustered and wholly unready to have even the beginnings of THAT conversation thrust onto him that afternoon. "Pregnant is how a mommy gets before she's about to have a baby."
"He could have babies!?"
Becky laughed softly and the Coopers shared a glance at the failure of that particular angle. Despite himself (and everything sensible in the world), Malcolm was finding it harder and harder to say no. "Elijah, I just don't know that we can take care of it."
"I'll do it, all myself."
They stared at him, a long couple of moments. "Elijah..." Veronica finally said, walking over to put a hand on his shoulder. "It's not a matter of whether we want to have it-"
"His name is Wonderific!"
"It's not a matter of whether we want to have Wonderific around. He's just so big, and the Gods only know what he eats and how much it's going to cost to feed it. Where would we put him?"
"In my room?" Elijah offered a little weakly.
"Really?" Malcolm interjected, "Wonderific wouldn't fit in your room. Heck, I don't even think he would fit through the door."
He pouted; the kid had a killer pout, but reality was reality. "I'm sorry baby," Veronica murmured, giving her son a hug. "There's just no way that we can take care of a dragon."
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Prompt: 'the neighbors will complain'
"No, Daddy!" Malcolm's son insisted, "he followed me home and I'm going to keep him."
"But he's so big!" Becky, the neighbor girl who sometimes babysat for the Coopers replied.
"That's what's so cool about him!" The boy's eyes were wide and earnest, the smile on his face the broadest that they'd ever seen.
"Big and dangerous," Malcolm replied, glancing towards his wife for some backup.
"Very dangerous. You could get in a lot of trouble if he hurts someone." Veronica finally added, looking abashed.
"He won't. I promise."
"How can you know? Have you seen the teeth on him? He'd eat the Carter's pit bull whole." Veronica continued quietly.
"Yes!" Malcolm exclaimed, picking up the ball she'd handed to him, "Imagine what the neighbors would think!"
Elijah made a face, puffing out his cheeks, holding his breath.
"When has that ever helped you in the past?"
The boy frowned and let the air out of his lungs in a long sigh. "He's just so cool, I don't know what I'd do without him."
"You didn't even know he existed an hour ago," Malcolm smiled at his little boy, picking him up off the floor, setting him on the edge of the counter. "Awfully short amount of time to build such a big connection."
"Have you seen him?" He asked breathlessly, utterly enamored the way only a child can be with his new favorite thing.
"Yes, we have," Veronica added. "And, how do you know he's a he? It could be a she. It could be pregnant."
"What's pregnant?"
"Pregnant," Malcolm replied, flustered and wholly unready to have even the beginnings of THAT conversation thrust onto him that afternoon. "Pregnant is how a mommy gets before she's about to have a baby."
"He could have babies!?"
Becky laughed softly and the Coopers shared a glance at the failure of that particular angle. Despite himself (and everything sensible in the world), Malcolm was finding it harder and harder to say no. "Elijah, I just don't know that we can take care of it."
"I'll do it, all myself."
They stared at him, a long couple of moments. "Elijah..." Veronica finally said, walking over to put a hand on his shoulder. "It's not a matter of whether we want to have it-"
"His name is Wonderific!"
"It's not a matter of whether we want to have Wonderific around. He's just so big, and the Gods only know what he eats and how much it's going to cost to feed it. Where would we put him?"
"In my room?" Elijah offered a little weakly.
"Really?" Malcolm interjected, "Wonderific wouldn't fit in your room. Heck, I don't even think he would fit through the door."
He pouted; the kid had a killer pout, but reality was reality. "I'm sorry baby," Veronica murmured, giving her son a hug. "There's just no way that we can take care of a dragon."
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