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“Heyyy,” I said with a wave. “What. Is. Up.”
“Hey, he says,” Gary snapped, flipping his mane prettily. “Can you believe this? You raise a child most of his life, watch him go through painful years of puberty to become a reasonably attractive man, only to find him negotiating kink contracts with a leather Dom and saying hey.” He sniffled. “I’ve never been more proud of anything in my life.”
Tiggy frowned. “Sam a pain slut?”
“I highly doubt that, kitten. You know how he gets when he stubs a toe. He doesn’t pop a boner, that’s for sure.”
“Do I even want to know what you’re doing?” the knight asked, cocking a devastatingly unfair eyebrow.”
― T.J. Klune, A Destiny of Dragons

“Boys can wear makeup,” Tiggy said. “Not just for women. That a social construct.” I”
― T.J. Klune, A Destiny of Dragons

“Oh boy,” the unicorn said. “You do that, Robert Smith.” I frowned at him. “Who?” The unicorn shook his head. “This guy I knew. Crazy hair. Sad all the time. Used to sing about it. It got old real fast. Before your time.” Whatever. It was probably stupid old people music, anyway.”
― T.J. Klune, A Destiny of Dragons

“And then Gary choked and said, “Hot motherfucking damn, that is some good shit right there.”
So I turned around.
And immediately realized I was wearing the wrong kind of pants to be on the boner carriage to Holy Fuck Me Town.
“Sweet molasses,” I managed to say.”
― T.J. Klune, A Destiny of Dragons