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[iwasforgiven]

When: Masters Wardrobe Plot
Who: Jack Harkness cjharknesstw/OTA
Where: The Camp

What: Jack was outside and he's interacting with his new friend a brilliantly silver colored baby dragon that's the size of a retriever. The immortal is giving his new long lived pet a chicken leg. "I still need to name you there!" The young creature that one of the members of the camp gave him is quite hungry as he snatches up the chicken from Jack's hand. The baby red dragon was quick to abandon him for Ianto instead. Its okay, Jack's grown fond of this guy.

"I'm terrible at giving things name. Okay, you're not a thing.." Jack's stumped at finding a name for his newly found friend. "Still you're a bit much for a gift."

It huffs out a bit of frosty air at Jack and he's ready for something else to eat. "Frosty? No. I don't think that sounds dragonish. St. George? You're not red. Draco? Its not imposing enough. Maybe we can get Ianto to figure out something clever in Welsh."

There's a burp and a little spark of electricity that follows it. Jack's not sure he wants to figure out what the frost is. "At least you're a lot better than a dog in the end. Intelligent, loyal, strong and my guess is you have something to do with weather instead of fire."

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[iwasforgiven]

When: Masters Wardrobe Plot
Who: Jack Harkness cjharknesstw/OTA
Where: The Camp

What: Jack was outside and he's interacting with his new friend a brilliantly silver colored baby dragon that's the size of a retriever. The immortal is giving his new long lived pet a chicken leg. "I still need to name you there!" The young creature that one of the members of the camp gave him is quite hungry as he snatches up the chicken from Jack's hand. The baby red dragon was quick to abandon him for Ianto instead. Its okay, Jack's grown fond of this guy.

"I'm terrible at giving things name. Okay, you're not a thing.." Jack's stumped at finding a name for his newly found friend. "Still you're a bit much for a gift."

It huffs out a bit of frosty air at Jack and he's ready for something else to eat. "Frosty? No. I don't think that sounds dragonish. St. George? You're not red. Draco? Its not imposing enough. Maybe we can get Ianto to figure out something clever in Welsh."

There's a burp and a little spark of electricity that follows it. Jack's not sure he wants to figure out what the frost is. "At least you're a lot better than a dog in the end. Intelligent, loyal, strong and my guess is you have something to do with weather instead of fire."