My Dragon Part 7/7 (Finale) by Moonheart1313, literature
Literature
My Dragon Part 7/7 (Finale)
Jack drilled carefully into one of his Jack-bot's, trying not to make the same mistake he made last time. Fortunately, the screw fit perfectly, this time with no issues, and he shut the drill off.
He felt something brush against his leg, but barely flinched. Instead, he brought his hand down to lightly stroke the creature's head sweetly as he continued to examine the robot to make sure nothing was amiss before he powered it up. Chase purred and affectionately wrapped his tail around Jack's legs. Once the redhead was sure that his robot's screws were all in the right place, he flipped the switch, causing the Jack-bot to spring to life and hov
He couldn't believe he'd actually admitted it.
He'd told his long-time crush how he truly felt about him.
"Stupid, stupid, stupid," Jack repeated the steady mantra in his head.
Jack sighed heavily into his pillow, feeling like he was going to be sick. He knew he'd never be able to live this down.
All in all, he felt a little bit lucky that Chase hadn't killed him after his confession.
Suddenly, he heard a familiar scratch at the door.
"Speak of the devil…" Jack thought as he lifted his head from the pillow. He found it strange that Chase didn't just walk in since his tail could easily reach the doorknob. Maybe he was being polite
"ACHOO!" Jack sneezed loudly.
He wiped his nose thoroughly, groaning with disgust. He grabbed another handful of tissues and pulled the blankets closer to him before reaching over for his tea on the nightstand. Green Tea was always the easiest to drink when he had a cold.
Jack suddenly felt the bed dip down. He glanced over to see golden eyes staring back at him.
"And what do you want?" Jack rasped slowly, pronouncing each word individually, since it hurt to speak.
Chase slinked across the bed, the Tongue of Saiping in his teeth.
Jack frowned at him, but snatched the Wu and activated it. "What?"
"You are sick," Chase stated blandly.
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"Are you sure about this, Chase?" Jack asked the dragon who was trotting beside him on all fours.
"I'm always sure of myself, Spicer," Chase growled back, but his voice was not venomous.
Jack scoffed and rolled his eyes. "I'm just saying, maybe you don't want the monks to see you like this."
This time, Chase scoffed dismissively. "Think outside the box for once, Spicer. I am showing the monks that even though I am in this limited state, I can still properly function and easily beat them. Understand now?"
Jack hummed thoughtfully, mulling over the idea before simply grinning to himself.
After a few minutes, they made it to the area where
Chase wearily blinked his eyes open, yawning slightly as he did so.
In the night, he vaguely remembered his cold causing him great pain and how dizzy he'd felt, but the memory was still quite foggy.
Suddenly, Chase realized that he was gripping tightly on something. Something warm and soft. He gazed down at his scaly arms, which were wrapped around white skin that was covered with blankets. His steady gaze slowly moved upwards to eventually stare at Jack's gently sleeping face.
At first, Chase wanted to kill the red-head for not only having the gall to sleep in the same bed as Chase (even though it wasn't the warlord's bed to begin with),