I originally wanted to do this because everyone else on amino was doing it, I was just a little late to the trend because everyone else was drawing their answers and I didn't want to do that.

What I'm going to do instead is write the answers as creative writing. It gives me a chance to practice writing in general, as well as figure out how I'd write certain characters.

Why I'm doing this on Wattpad? I got only four questions on Amino, which is rather disappointing when I was very excited to do this.

❗️THE COMMENTS WILL HAVE LINKS TO THEIR TOYHOUSE PAGES FOR ALL THEIR INFORMATION❗️

Now, let's meet the interviewees

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Morpheus

The dragon that enters the room is... large, to say the least, having to duck his head low and crouch down to even fit through the door. He grumbles as he settles on the other side of the table. Even in his mortal form, he hardly fits. He shoots a glare at someone outside the room. "Do I have to do this? I have work to do."
Saying something about someone else being left in charge, the person on the other side of the door closes it before he can protest any further. Morpheus grumbles as he faces forwards, an ever-present scowl on his face. He'd clearly much rather be anywhere but here. "Alright, get on with it."
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Phasmid

The dragonet quickly enters the room, chains jingling as she takes her place at the table. She slides the book she'd had under one of her arms onto the spot in front of her, her talons pressed close together as she places them on the book.
She doesn't look like she doesn't want to be there, but she doesn't look like she does either. Judging by the way her claws are tapping against the book's hard cover, she'd rather be reading. She stares forward, expectantly.
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Artemisia

The next dragon enters, heat coming off her scales in waves. She's careful not to touch the table as she takes her seat. Arte looks nervous, refusing to make much eye contact with the person sitting across from her. "Can we get this over with?" She asks, before quickly tacking on a "Please?" after realizing that it may have come off as rude.
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Owl

Owl strides in, sitting at her side of the table after giving the room a quick scan. Her expression is unreadable, unnervingly so. She simply stares forward, thankfully blinking every once in a while. She nods at the person across from her, prompting them to speak when ready.