“I think a black would do nicely.”"Perhaps I will in a physical form at some point."
"However, I will stay as a voice to you all for now, watching."
"Just to make sure your stay here is enjoyable."
"You need only ask."
"What would you prefer?"
Then, a black crack opens in the wall, and through it walks a black figure in a black, hooded cloak with black, blocky horns upon its head.
They look around for now.
"Understood."“I think a black would do nicely.”
“Sweet. Or should I say butter?”"Understood."
A mug fades into existence on the table to Valentine's right. Fresh black coffee pours itself into the mug from a point in the air where it just seems to be created, out of thin air.
The figure looks at them with their featureless face. It's hard to tell where the hood and the shadow it makes stops and their head, no doubt inside the hood, begins.The two dragons stop their conversation anyway, and turn to look at the figure.
Indeed, the couch isn't designed with dragons in mind.For now the two dragons decide to simply lie on the floor, due to the couchs likely not being designed with dragons in mind, and as I gtg.
"Oh. Uh."One of the two dragons turns to look at the figure.
"And what is a TV?"
"It really is quite interesting..."The dragon nods.
"I have not heard of such a use for electricty before."
"Alright.""No, I have not."
"I am Ver.""Interesting... And who might you be, if you do not mind my asking?"
"Nice to meet you two.""Streyll."
"Niyr."