Dino X: Everyone

“For the tarts?” she asked, eyes wide. “Dino, these are perfect .”

That afternoon, Dino left her a single, perfect rose quartz he’d found in the creek. Samira put it in the window of her shop. She didn't know why, but she felt less alone. dino x everyone

He watched her work, mesmerized by the way she cracked eggs with one hand and hummed off-key. When she offered him a sticky, still-warm cinnamon roll, he took it gently between his lips. The sugar melted on his tongue. He let out a happy chirp, his crest glowing bright pink. “For the tarts

He nudged Samira into the circle. Then Mr. Hemlock. Then Luna. He wrapped his long neck around all three of them, pulling them into a single, awkward, wonderful group hug. His crest blazed a brilliant, sunrise pink. She didn't know why, but she felt less alone

Dino rumbled—a deep, vibrating sound they felt in their chests. It wasn't a word, but they all heard it anyway: There is no favorite. You are all my heart.