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Cold Day, Warm Heart

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Right now is the last winter before I graduate high school. The temperature has been pretty cold lately and we might actually have snow this holiday. Sadly, there’s someone I know who probably isn’t enjoying this weather very much. A Dragon by the name of Seryn, a senior like me, is not very fond of the cold weather. Not that she would outright admit it, though.

I’m enjoying my winter break at home watching T.V., parents are out so I have the house to myself, when there’s a knock at the door. And speaking of the devil, or in this case Dragon, Seryn is standing there bundled up in a big coat, scarves, and other winter attire that make it look like she was going hiking in a blizzard.

“Hey, Seryn, what are you doing here?” I ask.

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Late Getting Home

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What a day. Today was super busy at work so I’m running late getting home. Doesn’t help that I forgot to call my wife until pretty much just now. It also so happens that my phone is dead, so I’m sure she was trying to call me the whole time. She’s not going to be happy when I get home.

I pull up to our place and step out into the brisk night. I take one last deep breath before walking in.

“Where the hell have you been?” an annoyed sounding voice asks right as I step in. In the entry way, with her paws on her hips, was my Hellhound wife.

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Active Ingredient- Chapter 3: Hands On Work

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“Hey Rinata?” I ask almost timidly.

“Yes?”

“You seem real nice and sweet and trusting- but what would you have done if I was like…..I dunno….some rapist or serial killer?”

“Why? Did you plan on taking advantage of me?” she teases.

“No…no, I…” I stammer nervously.

“Relax- you don’t have that kind of darkness about you. We’re usually alot better than humans about picking up on those sorts of things.”

“Really?”

“Yes….also it seems as though rapists and serial killers don’t read the Want Ads anymore. At least the one I put out.” she joked.

I smiled weakly as I put my shirt back on.

“Not to mention I’m a lot stronger than I look. Now I have a question for you, Gunnar.”

“Oh?”

“How do you know I wasn’t going to drug you and ship you off to some hyper-aggressive ogres or Amazonesses as their sex slave?”

“That would make on hell of a letter to Penthouse Form…” I contemplate.

This earns a hearty chuckle from Rinaata.

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The Great Anuby-Chan Detective

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I can see my sweet little baby girl on her momma’s lap, fixing me with those big beautiful auburn eyes as she absently is sucking on an oversized paw-digit.

“Is that what’s going on, Pumpkin princess?” I ask her sweetly as I stride across the room, stooping to give her a little kiss on the forehead.

However, instead of standing up right away, I playfully cock my ear as though I’m listening to something my baby daughter has to say.

“Oh? Really? Well….I’ll ask her, but…..”

“What?” Sakaali asks defensively.

“She says ‘Mama’s full of crap’….damn shame, her first words, too.”

The bigger Anubis playfully smacks me with her paw by way of response.

“She also says ‘You’re too old to geek out to some kid’s show’ and….oh yeah- ‘Stop hitting daddy’.”

“I…it’s not just a kid’s show.” she stammers defensively.

“If it looks like a duck, walks like a duck, and….well….goes ‘quack quack’.”

“I grew up with this show, Graham.”

I shoot her a skeptical look.

“Really? How old were you when it came out…?”

She looks away from me before quietly murmuring.

“F-fifteen.”

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