FT smirks at the falcon standing in his door way. The grin on his face is wiped clean when FT's teeth poke through his smirk. Falco knows what that means and tries to run, but his legs won't let him, as if he was standing in something like cement or goo. "What are you doing in here, Falco?" FT asked, a growl sound in his voice.
Falco gulped and thought up a lie. "I was...just wondering if Fox was with you. Wanted to...challenge him to a shooting contest."
FT grinned and stood up off the bed. "I'm telepathic, Falco. I know what you were doing. So you thought you'd just waltz on in here and eat me, eh?" FT asked, walking up to Falco with his arms folded.
Falco shivered again and spoke quietly. "You always eat Fox and Krystal more than me..." He choked out.
The dragon continued to smirk. "Fox is my favorite meal, and I eat Krystal for trying to seduce my Fox, which she does all the time."
Falco blinked a bit and listened. "But if you want to be eaten, now would be the time for me to do so!" FT said, placing his claws on Falco's shoulders.
The falcon's eyes widened as FT's jaws began to stretch open.
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