Mishaps with Dragons

Poptart was on his way home from school when he passed by the little shop with odd trinkets all about. It was the coffee shop he'd heard about from his friends at work, they had used one of the shop drinks to make them more likable to the animals they worked with. Giving a small hum Poptart decided he might as well try it out.

He opened the door to the pleasant chime of a wind chime and the scent of coffee filled the air. Smiling softly he moved toward the contour where a lady with blonde hair with a green strike in it stood looking rather bored.

He gave her a customer service smile before speaking in a voice a few octaves above what he typically would, "Hello, can I get an animal friend latte?"

The lady gave him a fake smile and nodded, "Would you like to pay in money or items?"

"I got some money."

"Alright, that will be five silver pieces."

Poptart immediately pulled out a small pouch in his pockets and handed her the desired amount. Once the transfer was done she began to make his order. Putting a few shots of espresso in a cup and placing it in an espresso machine, once that was complete she began adding some other things to it one liquid labeled likable and another called good vibes. Once that was done she added some milk making a cute cat on top. Poptrat thanked her and took the latte before leaving the building to continue his way home.

He was walking down a path in the woods toward his home, having decided to take the scenic, but admittedly longer, route home. While doing so he spotted movement to the left. Taking a sip of his coffee he carefully approached. As he pushed back a bush a bundle of fur attacked his face, not in a malicious way though. Poptart gave a short shout accidentally spilling his latte slightly before managing to place it down and remove the fluff attached to his face.

Once he had managed to do so he was greeted with a tiny fluffy dragon the size of a large house cat. He was quickly able to identify it as one of a rather rare species of dragons, they typically lived in dense woods in barrows underneath large trees, they never grow any larger than a bobcat. They were a surprisingly friendly species so long as you didn't disturb their hoard. They were not, however, so friendly as to playfully attack someone's face. Perhaps the latte really did work wonders.

Deciding that he really didn't care that this was a technically wild animal he began to play with, because come on it's adorable. He scratched the little thing's ears and threw a stick for it to catch. They played for so long that Poptart only stopped when he realized the sun was beginning to set, and the leftover latte had gone cold. Releasing a disheartened sigh he placed the fluff ball down and said his goodbyes. It was not too happy about the arrangement however. Jumping on his feet and gnawing at his pants legs. Giggling a little he picked it up and placed it in the woods.

"It's time to go home now bud, the sun's beginning to set." Poptart said in a soft voice.

The dragon was having none of this however and hopped up into his backpack flapping his wings a bit.

"No no, go home." Poptart insisted in a soft tone attempting to take it out of his backpack.

The little thing was having none of it and vocalized it's defiance in sharp whistles.

"Well," Poptart started, "can't say I didn't try. My roommate's gonna kill me tho…" He trailed off toward the end, muttering slightly. "Oh well," he finished with a pep to his step.

He reached his home with the house cat sized dragon napping in his bag and a latte in his hand. He opened the door and was greeted by his roommate, "Your home late, what ya got there?"

Silently, Poptart placed the latte down on the nearby counter and took off his backpack, opening it. He picked up the sleeping dragon and held it up for his roommate to see.

"Poptart what the hell."