"Atlantic City." Which might not have been his choice if he'd had a say in things, but his parents had been happy enough there. He guessed. He'd been happier with the beach and boardwalk, honestly. "Yeah, couldn't fuckin' surf in Virginia though, or else I woulda kept up with it." Maybe. "Can't even ask you to teach me anything, cause this is Ohio." He scrunched his face for a moment. "Where're you from?"

Taking his phone back, he set it face down on the table in front of him, so he wouldn't have to try shoving it into his pocket right now. "Shame though; dogs are pretty cool." Grandmas were supposedly cool too, sometimes, but he wouldn't know.

He felt warm in a way he didn't usually experience at being told to be a dragon. It was, somehow, one of the most positive things anyone had ever said to him. "I'm working on it. Maybe this city'll be good for me. For a while." Either for being able to be himself or sorting out his thoughts or even just for tattoos--though he technically didn't need other people for the last one.