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[When the feed clicks on, it shows a dark room with very little light. Anyone who peers a little more closely can see via the light from the screen that the caller, Stiles, is in a bathroom. With the lights off. He appears to be a bit stressed out and is on the floor, looking almost fearfully over behind the screen. There's a clawing noise and little squawks and chirps coming from it.]

Okay. Okay. Um... Okay. Would, ah, would someone mind telling me what the hell a dragon is doing in my house? Like, a real dragon? Oh god... it was trying to eat my feet. I think I'm bleeding. Am I bleeding? I might be. It was chewing on my toes. What the hell... How did a dragon get in my room?

[To anyone that knows Stiles and the aforementioned dragon, something might seem a little... off. Like why Stiles doesn't know said dragon is his.]

Scott? Rachel? Do not come in the house. Seriously. I... it might eat your faces off. I happen to like your faces right where they are. Please don't lose them.

[The fact that Stiles is whispering, sort of, and sounding stressed has Hale scratching a bit more intently at the door, little snout trying to fit in under it as he chirps at 'daddy'.]

Oh god. Oh god, it's going to come in and chew off all my favorite parts. If I don't make it out alive, Rachel, I love you. Scott, please take care of her. Derek... somehow this is Peter's fault. Kick his ass.

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I doubt your own dragon would eat your feet. You would hardly be able to play with it if it did that.

[ Improper response? Maybe, but also a completely valid one. ]

...

Why does everyone keep telling me it's mine?

I imagine because it is yours. From where I haven't— the faintest idea, but then again neither do you. But it does appear that most of us remember it being yours, so it likely is.

And you know this for a fact? Like, you actually know this?

Are you asking if I know for a fact that it's yours? Or that most of us remember it?

How about both? Why not go with both?

Our memory of it isn't effected like yours is and you once showed your fellow travelers here that it existed and it was essentially implied it was yours. Unless you'd like to tell me having your own dragon never appealed to you. Then you might have just been babysitting it for a friend.

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Okay, yeah, well... the idea has merit.

[Come on. Dragon? Cool. Mega cool. Every boy's dream.]

I thought it would.

[ Humans. Only you all enjoy the dragons with such glee. ]

I don't think they technically the sell them but if I remember right those who have the drawing ability around here could easily produce one. Which begs the question if any of your friends have that sort of talent.

[Clearly dragons were the coolest of the cool, that's why.]

Oh, um... yeah, my girlfriend can do that.

[Which was starting to sound more and more like he was the one with the problem here.]

[ Until they start burning everything and then it gets ever so slightly less cool. ]

And she would be the type to gift you such a thing I take it. [ Just maybe, Stiles, just maybe. ]

... Probably.

[Goddammit. He hated the fact that the guy was probably right and he was just forgetting it for whatever stupid reason. That was what he hated about this place; that it could take away his sense of self, mess with his mind.]

More likely than not.

I thought so. I don't think I need to ask if you believe the dragon just might be your pet now.

[ For what it's— potentially worth, the Doctor doesn't sound too amused when he says it, and in fact he sounds a bit like he's frowning. The fact that this boy had completely lost his memory of it is a bit bothersome to him. No one deserves to have that happen to them, especially here. ]

Do you mind if I ask you a question?

I'm... not sure? Maybe. God, sometimes I really hate this place.

[Not always. It gave him things that he was grateful for, so he couldn't hate it for long.]

Um, sure? Yeah, what's up?

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