better off when it disappears ._. hatching

[angelembrace]

"they flip the siren, hit the lights" ✭ ── No matter how much he tried to tell himself he was not interested in the result of his mother's other affair, the curiosity of how the dragonets would look out of the egg would not let him rest. Surely just a tiny look would satisfy him and then he could go about his day, and somehow, so far, he hadn't said anything that resulted in any overtly hostile commentary. Perhaps it was because there was apparently one sentiment he and Aphra could agree on, and that was the slime that coated the babies was a little bit disgusting. That's sort of where it ended, but it was enough to keep his ass off the line.

Against his better judgement, as far as being rude to newborns went, Angelembrace visibly cringed at the wiggling little thing, far more slime noticed than with Oleander. He lifted a paw, not sure how to react entirely, simply pressing it to his chest to avoid instinctually batting the dragonet away. "It's wriggling, like...like a slug." Despite what sounded like disgust, and to an extent it was, he was sort of...interested? Scientific interest, like anything else that was disgusting that Angel locked his eyes onto. He would have liked to say something positive to balance it out, but he had nothing to say.