Thread: My Life in the M.G.E.P. (Ivory11 x Collector of Rarities)

Micheal might not have understood why the extra-human races took such a shine to the porn industry, but to the extra-humans, they had a hard time understanding why all of the humans were such prudes. Their cultures had developed outside of the puritanical influences of European society, so they tended to be more open about their sexuality. Many people just considered them to be sluts, but extra-humans like Artoria just thought that the humans were repressed. Speaking of cultural norms that Artoria was still getting used to, having someone barge into her lair which was how she'd come to think of her bedroom and take things out in order to return them later was something she was still getting used to. The first time Michael had tried to do her laundry, she'd threatened to roast him to a crisp. She still bristled whenever he took something of hers, but she'd learned to deal with it by simply thinking of Michael as her servant. That way, he was simply one of her possessions maintaining the rest of her possessions. It wasn't precisely the healthiest way of viewing her relationship with her housemate, but it prevented her from taking her claws to his face whenever he tried to remove something from her room. Do we have to leave right now? she groaned, squeezing her already closed eyes shut even tighter. I only just got up. A tendency to hoard things wasn't the only trait dragons displayed they were also lazy. If left to her own devices, Artoria could be found lying on her bed listening to music, lying across the couch in the living room watching TV, sunning herself on a comfortable patch of grass in the back yard or once more in her room masturbating to porn on her phone which was the primary reason she used it in the first place, though she also had a habit of ordering rare CDs on Amazon as well. And, given the immense wealth she was sitting on top of, she had little to no motivation to go out and get a job or even interact with the outside world. This, unfortunately for her, clashed with the goal of the Exchange Program and meant that it was Michael's unfortunate duty to have to drag her outside on a daily basis in order to expose her to a culture that she quite frankly had little interest in. That said, her wealth and ignorance of the outside world had some upsides for Michael. Because of her nature as a hoarder, she didn't know how much her money was actually worth for all she knew, she was only about as wealthy as the average human. Additionally, since she wasn't entirely sure how much things were supposed to cost, Michael could fairly easily make up some expense to charge her for if he was so inclined to do so. While Artoria was reluctant to part with physical objects, more abstract concepts like credit or debit cards were easier for her to cope with, given that she was simply swiping the card in a machine or inputting the number on a screen. She usually kept some cash on her, but she was reluctant to part with Australian dollars. Michael had also learned that going to the music store was a good motivation to get her out of the house, seeing as it was the one place she actually enjoyed going. Artoria's ear twitched when Michael mentioned headphones. One emerald eye opened, still lazily half-lidded as she looked up at her host. Head-phones? she asked, confused. I already have a phone why should I get more?