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Despite being an incredibly excited day for him, Rogue managed to sleep without preparing 7 hours early. A ticklish feeling against his cheeks and head slowly woke him up, he opened his eyes to see a whole lot of Frogue, who was on top of him to a point where his hair touched his face. “Hey Prooogue, guess what day it is… Mrrrrppp” Frogue’s tail was swishing side to side as he leaned in and rubbed his head against Rogue’s cheek.
Rogue was too tired to comprehend what was going on, as he felt another head rubbing against the other side of his face. He slowly turned his head, hoping it was Sting. It wasn’t.
“I’m fresh!” Fresh exclaimed.
Then it clicked.
Rogue grabbed Frogue by the tail and YANKED him off him as he shot up into a sitting position, “DRAGON CON!!!!!” he squealed, before launching himself out of bed, reaching top speeds to get ready. He was half way through eating breakfast and brushing his teeth at the same time (for speed and efficiency), his phone vibrated. Frogue, who was still recovering, picked up the phone and weakly called out, “Rooogue… Sting text…”
Frogue slowly got to his feet, he expected this would happen, and he was super excited too, so he woke up early and prepared early, some behaviours Frogue never managed to get over in his timeline. “Come ooon, don’t leave sting-“ he looked back to his phone to see that phone was gone from his hand, Progue was too fast whenever he was excited, it was unnatural. Frogue slowly made his way out of the bedroom and down the stairs, by the time he reached the door, Progue was there also, backpack on his back and wire frame cat ears on his head.
That reminded Frogue of something, “Oh! I forgot to give you this…” he reached into one of the drawers and pulled out… a wearable cat tail!
Progue let out a sqeal and hugged his counterpart tightly, “Thank you so much, you’re the… youre one of the best!!!” he took the cat tail and stepped back, trying to put it on.
Frogue let out a chuckle, “Well, no cat boy is complete without a tail. Come on, let’s go.” He handed Progue a mug of coffee and took his own, downing it all, “Last one there is a smelly dragon!” with a flash, he was gone.
Progue drank his mug of coffee and followed close behind, within 4 minutes, they made it to the convention centre.
It was truly beautiful, overflowing with enough people to fit inside the convention centre with a small amount of elbow room around them, the building was adorned with dragons, all of which Progue and Frogue could both recognise immediately, including the iconic red dragon itself. Had he went to the convention last year, he would definitely have prepared himself a costume to wear to the convention, but alas he didn’t have the time. Either way, he was happy to wear sting’s gift of cat ears, and Frogue’s gift of a cat tail, like a badge of honour.
“It’s just so cooool” Frogue said, watching over the area. For some reason he was wearing a large puffy coat, perhaps that was why he lost the race, either way Progue did feel quite bad for him.
“Yeah… sorry you don’t get to come with us, maybe next year you could come!”
Frogue chuckled awkwardly and nodded, scratching one of his cat ears. “Nyaaaah… It’s fine, this is for you and Sting. Enjoy yourselves, get plenty of souvenirs.”
Just as Progue was about to respond, his phone vibrated.
Sting (10:08 am): “Hey dude! I think we have a problem…”
Progue and Frogue’s hearts dropped.