Llewellyn paused ever so slightly in his daily routine, when the freshly pinkened fox boy trotted into the kitchen. Lacking in the slightest hint of fur, Ozy had befallen one of Millie's pranks again, or perhaps it was just something in the air. A curse maybe? He'd mentioned something about a curse at some point, and would have to check his notes before elaborating on it further. He tucked the idea away for later, surely to gather dust and be forgotten in the eons to come he was sure.

"Ozy." He chirped quietly, drawing a swift, yet still relaxed twist from the fox's head in response."

He murmured something quiet, yet cheerful, despite his current nuded state, and proceeded towards the refrigerator, deftly holding his favored top hat sheepishly between his legs with one hand, and with the other, dipped his fingertips into the frosted drawer where he tugged free an apple.

"I'm holding a state of the union address this afternoon. Should you like to attend?" The elderly dragon asked. Ozy perked his ears thoughtfully, turning his attention fully towards the crimson drake.

"You are?" He asked. His father nodded his head.

"I managed to kick the hacky sack seven times. I'm debating a party if I can break ten. " He explained."

Ozy only let the concept tumble about his mind for only a brief few seconds, followed be a quiet nod. His father beamed- an expression that elated Ozy on the inside.

"Excellent! I think the world appreciates my hacky sack records." Llewellyn pipped cheerfully and drove a fingertip towards the tea that suddenly whistled on the stove. "Would you?" He asked, and Ozy quickly garnered a pot holder and grasped the pot. Somewhere, in the recesses of his mind, he was aware of some bright and shining point his father was making to the world. Hacky sack records weren't the most exciting thing to behold or hear about, but when every channel was running news stories about car bombings and soldiers killed in wars across the globe, it placed a certain perspective on things folks found important- and things folks should find important. Personal goals muddled and lost in conflict and ripped from the fabric of once favored dreams, turned to nightmares by society. He placed the kettle down and caught a gleaming smile from the dragon.

"One lump or two?" He asked- a quote he'd taken a liking too.

Two, please." Ozy replied.

"Would you like a coat for Christmas, Ozy? I think it could match your hat if you lose your coat before fall again." The dragon quipped. Ozy shifted his bare behind against the cool seat of the kitchen chair and flinched at the mention of losing his coat again. It was bound to happen- Millie wouldn't be stunted by something like the idea of frostbite or losing a digit to the cold. When she got a craving for mischief she was insatiable to let it go. Mischief often resulting in him losing a fair share of fur.

"That would be lovely." As it happened, the day felt warmer even with his current state of undress. Llewellyn- his father. Millie. The world around him- written like a story book...even with it's little faults and torments, everything seemed to click into place, and with that, the boy was smiling. Life was good.

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I wrote this off the top of my head one night. It kinda captures the spirit of the strip, but I personally don't think it's very good. :/
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