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"And so I told him that if he didn't want to date a girl with wings, then he could walk back home, and I left him right there!"
"Way to go, Stacey!"
"Hahah! He deserved it, what a jerk!"
A trio of girls who looked like young delinquents, or "gyaru" as you would call them in Japan, chatted lively. The one speaking at the beginning had pink butterfly wings and black, blonde, and purple hair with red eyes.
She looked a little like me but wasn't really related. She was perhaps a descendant of one of my lesser clones, which I had allowed to live independently and freely as citizens after they developed their own personalities.
"What are we having for lunch today?"
"Geez, Vorana, is eating all you ever think about?"
"Well, my father is the Elder Dragon of Hunger..."
The very hungry girl seemed to be a young dragon goddess, with golden and red scales covering her body and a large frame. She was always eating, right now enjoying a large sandwich.
