Drabble 1:
If you were to ask him what the first thing he remembered about the strange boy was, he would probably tell you about the time he burst through the guild doors. A blur of red, pink and yellow with the master in tow.
What a terrible colour scheme.
He didn't pay him any mind tough. He was just a disillusioned orphan who thought he was raised by dragons.
Not just any dragon! His name was Igneel, he's real! I can show you proof! See this scarf, it looks like his scales! I'm not lying!
But, if you were to ask him when he first made a lasting impression on him, he would probably say it was the second they made eye contact. There was a look of disbelief, followed by confusion, then a blush as pink as his hair.
"Hey what's your deal? You got a problem with me or something?"
The pink was gone only to be replaced by a defensive glare
"What if I do? Where'd your clothes go anyways, you loudmouthed streaker?"
"Aw man!"
"Jeez what a pervert,"
"Don't call me that!"
From then on he couldn't remember a day where they didn't butt heads.
