[ WP ] `` By the way , I 'm a dragon . ''

`` The fuck does that mean?'' Tom asked. 
 
 `` You know the dragons from Arthurian legends and shit?'' Tom nodded. `` Yeah I'm one of those.'' 
 
 Eric sat on the easy chair with one leg draped over the armrest, casual as ever. 
 
 `` You know one of my ancestors actually knew him.'' 
 
 `` Knew who?'' 
 
 `` King Arthur.'' 
 
 Tom waited for Eric's face to crack and the joke to end. It did n't. 
 
 `` Okay, say I believe you. Why do n't you look like a dragon?'' 
 
 `` Well I ca n't look like a dragon all the time; I'd barely fit in the house.'' 
 
 Tom waited. 
 
 `` Plus, we dragons are magical beings, so we can make ourselves look human.'' Eric started twiddling his thumbs. 
 
 `` Okay, then why do n't you ever to dragon stuff?'' Tom asked. 
 
 `` What exactly is'dragon stuff?''' 
 
 `` I do n't know. Burning down villages, kidnapping virgins, sitting on mountains of gold. You know, shit dragons do.'' 
 
 `` Alright, 1: That's racist. And 2: I do n't burn down villages; my game may suck by I do n't resort to kidnapping; and I'm an engineering major so give it some time for the gold.'' Eric looked a bit upset. `` I do n't know why you're being a dick about this.'' 
 
 `` Oh I'm sorry. My best friend tells me he's a fucking dragon and I'm supposed to be supportive.'' 
 
 `` Yes! It took a lot of courage to come out to you like this. The only other people who know are my family and a 
 few other dragons. You're the first human I told.'' 
 
 `` You're fucking serious about this dragon shit, are n't you?'' 
 
 Eric nodded. 
 
 `` Okay, prove it. Prove you're a fucking dragon.'' 
 
 Eric narrowed his eyes and got up from the chair. `` Fine, I'll show you I'm a fucking dragon.'' He stalked off into the 
 kitchen and came back with a wooden spoon. 
 
 `` You want some dragon shit? Here's some dragon shit.'' 
 
 Eric held the spoon in front of him, took in a deep breath, and let it out. From his mouth came a flurry of blue fire, engulfing the spoon. After a moment the fire subsided and all that was left was a charred stump. 
 
 Tom had jumped back at the fire, and was now splayed on the ground. 
 
 `` Dude, what the fuck. Why are you starting fires in my house!?'' 
 
 `` You said prove it, I proved it.'' 
 
 `` That does n't prove your a dragon!'' Tom said, not quite sure what he saw. 
 
 `` Okay fine, Mr. You're-not-a-dragon. Watch this.'' 
 
 Eric grabbed Tom off of the floor and dragged him outside into the street. Tom's house was at the end of his block, away from prying eyes. 
 
 `` Watch this.'' Eric walked into the middle of the street, and looked around. He planted his feet, closed his eyes, and took another deep breath. In a flash of light, a huge, lizard-like creature stood in his place, covered in black scales. Tom's mouth hung open. 
 
 `` Holy shit, you're a dragon.'' 
 
 The huge dragon head nodded, smoke coming from it's nostrils. 
 
 `` Fuck you, that's what I said.'' The dragon yelled out, in Eric's voice. In another flash of light, the dragon was gone and Eric was in the street, stark naked. 
 
 `` Where's your clothes?'' Tom asked, stunned. 
 
 `` Ripped up when I did that shit. Another reason I do n't like doing that. Now do you believe me?'' Tom nodded. 
 
 `` Alright, now we can get past this.'' Eric walked back into the house. Tom followed. 
 
 `` Now what?'' 
 
 `` Now, nothing. We do this,'' Eric said, planting himself back in the easy chair and turning on the television. 
 
 `` But dude, you're a dragon.'' 
 
 `` Yeah, and you're black.'' 
 
 `` What does that have to do with anything?'' 
 
 `` You're the one bringing up the race thing.'' 
 
 Tom let out a sigh and sat down onto the couch. Together they watched an episode of'Dexter.' 

