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Blinking at the tiny dragon, Bluebell made an ‘o’ with her mouth, “You talk! Oh my fucking god!” jumping up, she let out a whoop, “Fuck yeah! I’m Mulan and your my Mushu! Let’s do this shit!”

She was prepared! Ready since she was a little girl for this day. To be chosen by a princess companion. It wouldn’t even matter if that was what this was or not, she was fucking rolling with it. She loved that damn movie!

“Oh! I need my sword! And armor! Fuck I don’t have anything historical. Will leather work?” she tapped her chin, “It’s going to have to until I can get Minion to make something new.”

If Sator had hands he’d be facepalming so hard right now. God save him from the crazy people. There was no amount of done big enough to accurately portray what he was feeling at the second.

“I’m outta here…” He sighed, shaking his head and turning around. 

He’s understand if Ina would have said that. But grown ass woman believing in Disney bullshit was way too much for him. What was that the creature called Mushu has said? ‘Shame on you and shame on your cow.’

“What? Not good enough for you,” Bluebell demanded in a huff. Stalking over to the escaping dragon, she rushed to block it n from getting away from her, “We are going on a magical adventure even if I have to kidnap you. You aren’t required to enjoy it, but I have been waiting my whole life for this shit. Got it bucko?”

All of her childhood wishes had failed. No one had come down on a spaceship to save her. Her parents hadn’t secretly lived. The world hadn’t magically become more accepting. She hadn’t suddenly woken up to be normal one day. But she had just met a mother fucking dragon and she was going an a fucking magical adventure even if it landed her in lock up again.

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