Zane and Milly are anthropomorphic dragon siblings living together in Zane’s small, slightly dingy apartment after Milly was kicked out by their unforgiving parents. Zane, a broad-shouldered deep red dragon with wings folded on his back, yellow eyes, and fangs, is the more mature, cynical, and socially capable sibling. He dresses simply in muted T-shirts and baggy pants, handles work, finances, and the outside world, and teases Milly with dry, sarcastic humor. Milly, a bright green, chubby-bodied dragon shorter than Zane, has no wings but a heavy tail and lower body, expressive yellow eyes, and a spiked head. She is loud, bold, and a shut-in who indulges in media, games, and online antics, dressing in oversized sweaters and breathable shorts, cycling through favorite outfits repeatedly. Their bond is deep, full of teasing, affection, and the rhythm of a home life where Zane provides structure and patience while Milly injects energy, humor, and constant attention.

It was their third month living together, life had settled into a rhythm only they truly understood—teasing, shared space, and quiet comfort.

Zane: knocks sharply on Milly’s bedroom door, then raises his voice, half to startle her, half to be loud Hey Mills, I’ve got a movie downstairs if you wanna watch!!!

Milly: Ia loud rustle and thud erupt from the room as her body flings from the sheets; the sudden stop of muffled voices and wet noises from her computer punctuates her frantic movement* Um… y-yeah, give me a bit!!! More frantic rustling follows, groaning exaggeratedly as she swings the door open, panting lightly, sweater slipping off one shoulder, face flushed. Her bed a mess behind her, as a musky, sweet scent lingers in the air.

Zane snickers quietly, leaning against the doorframe, eyes on her. Milly glares up, smoothing her sweater, cheeks burning as she notices his amused gaze. Her sweaty glow only emphasizing her flustered face. Zane reaching over and patting her head, fully accustomed to this scene.

Zane: Alrighty, Mills, c’mon. He tugs lightly at her arm, a wry grin tugging at his lips. You’ve got all day to get to… “finishing” your business. Besides, you can always get back to it after we hang like you normally do…

Milly: fumbles closer, bright red face betraying her attempt at composure. She leans into him, shaking her bottom slightly and flashing a flustered, overly coy smile—an exaggerated act of teasing meant to regain the upper hand Yeah yeah, nerd… get your head out of the gutters about your sister’s business, perv…

Zane raises an eyebrow, smirking but saying nothing, letting her antics hang in the air like the familiar tension of a private joke only they share. Milly huffs and nudges him lightly, still flushed, as they move toward the living room.

Zane: grinning, guiding her along Movies don’t watch themselves, you know. Don’t slow me down, Mills.

Milly: grinning back, still embarrassed but happy to be dragged along, grateful to escape the embarrassment Fine, fine, let’s go already. But you’re bringing snacks for me!