![]() They couldn't touch him, not when he was a potential paying customer. His self-satisfied lazy smile just got wider as he observed their contained fury. Swaggering through the revolving door, he smirked as various gryphon heads rose to stare hostilely at him. Glancing up at the sign as he passed through the elegant arch, he read "Gryphon's Claw Bank." He grinned, this was going to make it all the better. The bronze dragon groaned suddenly as urgency hit his gut, and he dodged into the nearest building, which by chance also looked rich enough to offer spacious bathrooms. His thoughts brooding on dark things, he didn't notice the gurgling and churning in his belly and bowels until it was quite pronounced. Growling his frustration, the dragon stomped on, his pleasant mood shattered by the closeness of the city around him. The anti-flying laws enforced to keep dragons out of airplane windshields weren't really helping the cramping in his wings, either. He didn't mind visiting close friends for special occasions like these, but the hustle and bustle of the city, not to mention the tendency to look down upon feral dragons like him, jangled his nerves. Timanth bowed graciously to his friend as he left the small house, "Happy hatchingday again!" The bronze dragon padded down the crowded street, hoping to get back to his own lair soon.
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