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Started September 26, 2020 by @Fraust

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"Mmkay, sir… if you say so…" Cerulean curled up a little tighter and closed his eyes, trying not to let himself think too much. "If I'm not a mistake, then why does dad say that I am? I don't think he wants me around…"

“Some people are assholes and liars, if you’ll pardon my Akkoridish. Honestly, the man sounds like a very unpleasant person, I don’t blame you for wanting to leave him.“ Sigurd shrugged, sitting down next to Cerulean and patting his back.

"I-I don't… I don't know if I want to leave, sir, I just… I'm not sure if he wants me…" Cerulean looked away meekly and sighed, kneading the sheets again. "He never seems to notice if I'm gone for a while, so I dunno if he'd notice or care if I left entirely…"

“Well, then I don’t think he’s very safe to live with. If he doesn’t care, then that’s… well, that’s a problem.” Sigurd cursed underneath his breath. He was ruining this shoe thing, wasn’t he?

Cerulean yawned a bit and nibbled on his thumb again, curling his tail tighter around himself. "How's it not safe?" He asked softly. "Is it bad for me to live with my dad?"

“Well… he doesn’t seem to be protecting you like he should. There are bad people in the world, I don’t want to see you getting hurt,” he replied.

"Bad people?" Cerulean seemed almost confused. "But all the people I've met before are really nice… I mean, I've only met like, five people, but… most of them were nice…"

“I don’t trust your judgement of nice, based on how your father treats you.” Sigurd said darkly.

Cerulean cowered a bit and looked away. "Well, usually they just ask me to go away or they throw little fish at me! I like the fish. Catching fish can be hard sometimes, so it's real nice of them to just give them to me!"

“That’s not nice, kid. That really isn’t.” God fucking mother trucking hen clucking dammit, he’d adopted this boy now hadn’t he?

"Why not?" Cerulean asked, confused. "You gave me food too and that was nice of you. Why isn't it nice for them to give me food?"

“Kid, imagine if they were throwing rocks at you. Same principle, and they were probably the rot as well.” Sigurd said, unconsciously running his fingers through the boy’s hair like he did with his son when he was young.

"Oh…" Cerulean leaned into Sigurd's hand and relaxed a bit, purring softly at the attention. He obviously didn't get it very often. "It still tasted good, though! So it couldn't have been too bad…"

“I think you may have low standards. Just a sneaking suspicion.” he shrugged, not stopping his petting.

"What are standards, sir? I think that everybody should be treated nicely since most people are nice! I think…" He yawned a bit and nuzzled into the man's hand.

“You don’t have to keep calling me Sir. Sigurd’s my name.” he said. “And standards are… ugh, I’m terrible with definitions.”

"Oh… okay, mister Sigurd." Cerulean stretched out a bit to get more comfortable. "There's a lot of weird people things I don't know yet. Dragons are easier."

“I don’t know much about people either, you’re fine.” he said, placing the blanket gingerly over the boy’s sleeping form.

Cerulean nibbled at the tip of his thumb again and closed his eyes. "G'night, mister Sigurd… don't let the bug bugs bite…" He mumbled tiredly, soon drifting off to sleep in the bed.

“It’s… it’s morning. But I think you need some more sleep anyways, I’ll go out into town for a bit so don’t be scared if I’m not back by the time you wake up.” to check some things out, mainly. To see if he could find Cerulean’s father, maybe.

"Mmkay…" Cerulean was limp and comfortable on the bed soon after, seeming content to be in a bed for once. He usually slept on hard stone, after all, and he much preferred this.

He stood up, grabbed his coat, and walked out of the house. Sigurd levitated in the air, scanning the world with eyes that could see into the futures. He eventually found a tavern, a good place to start, and materialized there.

There were a lot of people in the tavern, although it was difficult to tell which of them may or may not be related to Cerulean. Considering he'd taken on quite a few dragon characteristics, all there was to go on was some facial features and build and such. Cerulean shared his eye color with his father, and also their shape. He also had similar features on his face in general, although Cerulean obviously looked softer and younger.

Sigurd entered the tavern, ignoring the shocked stares from those outside. “Does anyone here know the father of a boy named Cerulean? I need to talk to him.” Sigurd bellowed.

One man glanced up a bit at the name, but didn't reply, simply continuing to drink whatever cheap alcohol he'd ordered. He huffed softly to himself and turned forward immediately after. He had teal blue, tired eyes, some scruff, mussed brown hair, and a slim build.