Rm 217, Saturday morning

[fantastic_torch]

Dragon!Johnny was playing with Savannah's hair while she was sleeping. He was prouncing around, flapping his wings, and breathing fire up into the air. He's gotten pretty good at this over the week and could now fly pretty good. It was awesome.

But he was awake now and he wanted her attention. He wanted to go do something. He wanted to go outside and torch flies. Or... something.

Making tiny dragon noises, he flapped his wings until he was just high enough to stare down into her sleeping face. Flying around the room ought to wake her up. He started to do just that when he felt something odd... something... "Oh shi--!" Johnny fell flat on his face on the floor of their room. No more dragon. Just Johnny. Just manly Johnny in all his glorious manly self.

What? He was glorious, come on!

[establishy but open. sp is made of love]

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[walks-two-paths.livejournal.com]

Savannah heard the sound and the crash and sat up quickly -- the knife under her pillow appearing in her hand. She blinked and moved the hair out of her eyes.

"Johnny?"

She dropped the knife and scrambled out of bed and to his side.

[fantastic-torch.livejournal.com]

"Hi, babe," Johnny grinned helplessly up at her from his position on the floor. "I, uh, changed back?"

[walks-two-paths.livejournal.com]

Savannah helped him up to his feet. "I am so glad to see you."