Modern Fantasy: Pets!

Modern Fantasy: Pets!

Tiny pet dragons that are the size of dachshund and corgi’s being lead on little leashes. 

Alternatively bigger dragons the size of malamutes and pit bulls pulling the lead of their owner because they smelled some hotdogs from a pop-up stand. 

Strange cross bred animals with fantastical  elements. (i.e A wolf and bird hybrid having large wings, a cat and fairy hybrid)

Parrots who are completely sentient and act as a familiar to witches by choice. They can be very helpful but, also pretty snarky at the same time. 

Cat familiars who have amazing patterns that match their witch/wizard owners deviation in magic. (Crystal witches who have cat familiars have crystals growing on their back.)

Cerebus like dogs who are different breeds or are a mix of different breeds. Imagine a tiny chihuahua cerebus who is fiercely protective but, they just so tiny. 

 OWL+CAT=OWL CAT. Observant, pretty  yet goofy creatures that can fly. 

Pet shops that have multiple floors where specific pets could be found. Larger ones on the bottom floor while smaller pets can be found on higher floors.  

Emma: Ragtime jazz sounds like how peanut brittle tastes.

Alyssa:

Alyssa: Emma what the fuck??

Emma: It does! Have you ever listened to ragtime jazz?

Alyssa: No???

Emma: I’m telling you, if music had flavors, ragtime jazz, true roaring twenties ragtime, would be peanut brittle.

Alyssa:

Why, my brother and I arrived just yesterday. May 1,

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Emma: Everyone’s talking about “top energy this, bottom energy that-

Emma: I just want ENERGY!!!

Emma: Top, bottom, east, west, shoulders, knees, and toes I don’t give a damn!

Emma: I’m just tired.

Daniel: I have been dropping her the most obvious hints for like a year now. No response.

Peggy: Wow. She sounds stupid.

Daniel: But she’s not. She’s really smart actually. Just dense.

Peggy: Maybe you need to be more obvious? Like, I don’t know… “Hey! I love you!”

Daniel: I guess you’re right. Hey Peggy, I love you.

Peggy: See! Just say that!

Daniel: Holy fucking shit.

Peggy: If that flies over her head then, sorry Daniel, but she’s too dumb for you.

Daniel: Peggy.