(Pov from Smurf, swipe for rocketeer's pov)

You push the front door open with a tired sigh, grocery bags hanging from both hands. The house is quiet… a little too quiet.

“Drako?” you call.

A sudden scrambling noise echoes from the living room, followed by the sound of something falling over. A moment later, a small red figure bursts into view, scales glinting faintly in the light, claws tapping excitedly against the floor.

Your Drakobloxxer rushes over, tail wagging wildly as he circles your legs.

“Hey, hey- easy!” you laugh softly, setting the groceries down before crouching to his level. His oval eyes stare up at you with that same curious look he always has.

You reach out your hand.

“C’mon… you remember the trick, right?”

Drakobloxxer tilts his head… then slowly lifts one clawed hand toward yours.

For a moment, your hands meet.

And the little beast chirps happily.

“Good job, buddy.”

You scratch under his chin, smiling.

“Let’s see what kind of trouble you caused while I was gone.”