Asriel was wearing a cute little Dragon-Onesie that was made of grey fabric and had red highlights and red inner-wings. The wings couldn’t flap, but they were durable and held their shape.

“Oh, golly! I didn’t expect anyone else to be up at this hour…” Asriel said. “I’m Asriel Dreemurr. I’m wearing a Dragon-Onesie…! Rawr…! Heehee!” He giggled, having playfully imitated a young dragon.