Chapter 72: sneaky, sneaky, butler… Part two

"Do you have dragon milk?" Was the first thing out of my mouth once I saw that Thanatos minion's double in the foyer. The foyer I somehow missed between being swallowed by darkness and my trapeze down strange memory lane.

"…Dragon milk? Oh, for the babe… I shall check, master." Whatshisface said, giving me that strangely mocking bow again before walking away. His gate was elegant, but swift, because he clearly wanted to get the hell away from me but he was also professional. And apparently liked his job.

"So what's…your butlers deal? He keeps calling me master," I asked the dragoon dude.

"I can FEEL your mispronunciation, hear your butchering, see you going out of your way to get my name wrong!" He cried. I think he even had a tear or two stuck to his too pretty to be real lashes.

Seriously. Zendaya would be jealous. Damn.

Wait, focus.

"I mean, if he doesn't like me, but still complies with my 'orders', while simultaneously getting away from me with a convincing gait that is still really the walk of a bat out of hell, and he keeps calling me master like I am one. I'm not. And definitely not his. So why does he keep referring to me as such?"

"Karnean…is…a strange and wise..creature? Creature. He's…been here longer than even I have. Practically raised me. At this point, I think he calls everyone 'master'. " the dragon master muttered.

What kind of name is Karnean? Is it supposed to be a play on Korean? IS he Korean? He didn't look it…but then again, he looked like that alien, and he certainly didn't have a human based face. Well, maybe a human face that got smashed into a window and the nose broke.

Then again, TDH is named Dray-xel, so maybe it's a thing in the inner corridor.

Oh no, I can't say his name right! Not even THINK it! Drizzle. The drizzling dragon master.

There.

I feel better.

Korean Thanatos minion returned with a bottle of glowing pink milk that I just trustingly took and shoved in Cyanides face like a ducking idiot.

…he seems fine though.

After handing me the bottle, ku-ran (he's a altean now. Darn N-flix!) lead us (cyanide, draxattax, and I) to a dining room with two chairs and a…medieval high chair?

Whatever.

I plopped cyanide down in it, and being the barely 18 hour old dragon he is, he just took it in stride and continued to eat probably ravenous.

I feel bad. I'm lying, but it feels like i have to exhume sincerity and sadness to not steer you wrong, future baby pope. Hopefully by then I'll be a god. Just kidding! Heh.

I do feel bad about dropping him earlier. I'm honestly super worried about deficiencies. Like, what if he can't talk? Dragons talk. Right? Right.

I wonder what I should have him address me as. Mama? Papa? Mapa? Pama? Uncle? Baba? Daddy? Hmm. I'll think about it.

Legends says that dragons can take on a human form…I wonder if he'll want to resemble me. Ahh. That would be so cute!

I'm off track.

Dinner.

Right.

"So, Darthvator, what do you like to eat around here?" Ahh. Plagiarism? Author? Whatever.

"…whatever the butler cooks." How boring.

"How…mundane." I'm disappointed.

Ah. I accidentally said that out loud . Oops.