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Sometimes McCree wondered, staring down at the charred remains of his favorite boots, why he even bothered to try in the first place. Udon curled up around his hat, flicking his tongue out lazily before floating away to join his sibling, looking far more smug than a dragon ought to.           He supposed they got that from their master. He grumbled, tossing the now ruined boot into the depths of his closet, the latest in a long line of boots and hats already sacrificed to the dragons.         A small sound of annoyance escaped his lips, lighter flaring