Fear Is The Weakness (Act 1) - Death March
The mutt never demanded that siggy would have to put on a show for them, do a few tricks for the furbag and balance a biscuit on his brown muzzle until commanded to eat it.
Avalanche
siggy hissed at him, getting a bit of a chuckle from the titan. "bartan wanted us to go in costume this year. something to do with both holidays." "is that why i seen the furball wearing a red coat?"
On The Wing
"well, we did agree to put them in charge-" "and we did overdo it when siggy came to visit, i know, i know..." the brown wyrm's head flopped into the grass. "i just..." a sharp exhale. "really... like it. it's fun to-" "i know, i know.
Holiday (part 1)
"yeah, i kinda burned the bridge with anton, and siggy's too lazy." they chuckled. "i heard that." the scrawny brown dragon grumbled, his head outside of the doorway.
The Tip Of The Iceberg
Beo growled a bit. "...and siggy, i suppose. and the bear-" "ours has a lot of the bear too!" "guys..." "fine, let's settle this by getting _his_opinion then." the two looked over bartan for a quiet moment. "tell us, bear.
Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays
siggy snorted. "and before you ask, no. i will not be participating in your little game tonight." a noise in question from the smaller bear, soon turning to a groan of disappointment. "i swear all you guys think about is sex."
Lost
A noise in confirmation from the female as he glanced back at the mansion over the water again. "...is siggy here this year?" "i don't think so. we kept the guest list at a minimum due to..." "the bear, yeah..."