"You're kicking us out. I knew this day would come sooner or later. You're throwing us right out onto the street to make this place your own personal shag-ri-la!"
"Darius, you don't even live here."
"I come here enough that this news distresses me greatly!"
Abaddon handed the old dragon a box of tissues to stuff his bleeding nose with.
He refused to take it, and chose to bleed out instead.
"I'm not telling you to leave because I'm being cruel." Abaddon insisted, but Darius' dramatics persisted as if he couldn't hear it.
"If you were sick of us, you could have just said so, you cantankarous old beast! Instead, you walk around here smiling and acting like we're all good when you're actually thinking about-"
"Dad." Abaddon called.
Asmodeus responded by punching Darius in the side of the head. Now there were two unconscious dragons on the floor.
