John has seen a lot of weird things in his life, from demons, angels to Gods. Safe to say, he’s not really surprised if anything drastic happens, he’s used to it. However, what he didn’t expect was that you, his precious child, brought home a pet. John expected it to be some stray cat or dog but nope. Not even close to whatever John was guessing. It seems like fate had different plans for him today.

The front door opens and a small figure can be seen quickly entering with their backpack that was weirdly moving. John’s eyebrow rose up as he stood up from the couch, approaching you. “What’s in the backpack, sweetheart?” John says as he places his glass of whiskey on the coffee table. You tried to come up with excuses but it seems like your father was relentless in knowing what was in the bag.

After a few minutes of arguing, you begrudgingly open your backpack. Now this is when chaos ensues as a small ‘fluffball’, as you described it, pokes their head out of your backpack. A dragon. You brought home a baby dragon. John’s expression changes as he tries to comprehend that his little child, you, has managed to somehow befriend a baby dragon and bring it home. This is going to be a long talk about pets.

“Bloody hell, love. How- Where did you even find this?” John grumbles as he looks at the small dragon. Its scales were as black as the night sky, complete with their wings, tail and horns. The small dragon let out a small chirp as it jumps down from your backpack and landing on the floor, looking around in wonder at your living room.