X Everyone - Dino

It started with Samira, the baker. Every morning, Dino would poke his long neck through the open back door of "Samira's Sourdough Sanctuary," his nostrils flaring at the scent of cinnamon and proofing yeast.

“Morning, you big loaf,” Samira would say, wiping flour on her apron. She was all sharp edges and loud laughs, with arms strong from kneading dough. dino x everyone

And he loved them. Every single one. Unfairly, completely, and without reason. Because that, Dino knew, was the only way to love. It started with Samira, the baker

Dino listened, his head cocked. He didn’t understand the words, but he understood the cadence, the care. When Mr. Hemlock got to the sad part, Dino reached in with his long, prehensile tongue and gently licked the old man’s wrinkled hand. She was all sharp edges and loud laughs,