Not the best day to leave the fireproof jeans at home, then.
[ Keeping still seemed like a very good idea right now, which was
exactly what he did. ]
How big will she actually get?
[ Somehow, it didn't seem likely that their new benefactors would let
someone keep a full-sized dragon, much less let them wander the skies of
their quiet little town. Burning down their quaint little town seemed like
a bad idea in terms of meeting their quotes, though the trauma might
encourage a lot of hugging.
Licking his lips he reached out, making sure she could see his hand before
brushing his fingers over her shoulder. ]
Bigger than some of the buildings out there, when she's fully grown. But that takes centuries.
[ So really nothing to worry about.
The dragonling turns her head at the touch to sniff at his arm now, chirruping curiously. Bull chuckles, watching her investigate with clear fondness. ]
Sadly, not on me. I forgot to pack them in my suitcase.
[ Even so, it's hard to think of her getting that big, though he had
come across creatures near the size. He had nearly gotten eaten by one on
an ice planet only a year or so ago, the thought making him shudder.
Experiences he did not want to repeat...
Kirk smiled at the chirrup, stroking along he side with more confidence,
fingering at the edges of her scales, tracing the pattern they formed,
surprised at how warm she felt, thick and solid too. He looked to the
sniffing dragon, making a soft cooing sound in the back of his throat.
]
[ He tries to hide the trepidation, but of course there is some. How
can there not be, considering her size and the idea she can rend him to
shreds if she so desired with just a thought? But feeding a dragon - how
many people got to say they had done that in their lives? He wouldn't be
passing it up. ]
[ If you think this is bad, just wait until she gets bigger, Jim. ]
Steak, chicken, those dog bones you can buy in bulk at the store. She likes all of 'em. Better to keep her full than to have her trying to go at the pigeons outside.
Well, she's really doing us all a favor if she takes out the pigeons.
[ He stood, brushing his hands on his jeans and looked to Bull, no
little amount of excitement in those blue eyes. ]
How about a dog bone?
[ Because handling meat was all well and good, but that seemed a bit
to much like tempting fate, so something a little less on the range of her
immediate diet. ]
So she's a giant cat. Does she knock shit off the counter too?
[ Both amusing and slightly horrifying. He hoped she didn't have the
habit of sitting on people's faces as well. He went to the kitchen, opening
it up and locating the bag quickly. He riffled around for the biggest piece
he could find before coming back, twirling the bone with his fingers.
]
So better than a cat. She at least does something with it.
[ Not that Kirk had really spent enough time around cats or even dogs
to have to much of an opinion. Frank never kept animals on the farm, and
his apartment after had not allowed for animals. Star Fleet certainly
hadn't either, and he didn't have the time, though he'd contemplated a dog
once or twice.
He keeps the bone close to himself, wise enough not to simply dangle a
treat and his own fingers in front of something with teeth so sharp. He
waggled the bone, clicking his tongue, eyes darting to Bull. ]
Just toss it up to her?
[ Because no offense, but Dawnstone and "take it nice" didn't seem to
be two things that paired well. ]
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[ Dawnstone chirrups again, already moving to sniff at Jim's legs. ]
Careful around the face and those spots on her back that raise up, by the shoulders; her wings'll grow in there.
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Not the best day to leave the fireproof jeans at home, then.
[ Keeping still seemed like a very good idea right now, which was exactly what he did. ]
How big will she actually get?
[ Somehow, it didn't seem likely that their new benefactors would let someone keep a full-sized dragon, much less let them wander the skies of their quiet little town. Burning down their quaint little town seemed like a bad idea in terms of meeting their quotes, though the trauma might encourage a lot of hugging.
Licking his lips he reached out, making sure she could see his hand before brushing his fingers over her shoulder. ]
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[ He wants a pair of fireproof pants... ]
Bigger than some of the buildings out there, when she's fully grown. But that takes centuries.
[ So really nothing to worry about.
The dragonling turns her head at the touch to sniff at his arm now, chirruping curiously. Bull chuckles, watching her investigate with clear fondness. ]
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Sadly, not on me. I forgot to pack them in my suitcase.
[ Even so, it's hard to think of her getting that big, though he had come across creatures near the size. He had nearly gotten eaten by one on an ice planet only a year or so ago, the thought making him shudder. Experiences he did not want to repeat...
Kirk smiled at the chirrup, stroking along he side with more confidence, fingering at the edges of her scales, tracing the pattern they formed, surprised at how warm she felt, thick and solid too. He looked to the sniffing dragon, making a soft cooing sound in the back of his throat. ]
You're a gorgeous lady, did you know that?
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Spoiled girl, [ Bull laughs again. ] Want to give her a treat?
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Can I?
[ He tries to hide the trepidation, but of course there is some. How can there not be, considering her size and the idea she can rend him to shreds if she so desired with just a thought? But feeding a dragon - how many people got to say they had done that in their lives? He wouldn't be passing it up. ]
What counts as a treat? A full rib eye steak?
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[ If you think this is bad, just wait until she gets bigger, Jim. ]
Steak, chicken, those dog bones you can buy in bulk at the store. She likes all of 'em. Better to keep her full than to have her trying to go at the pigeons outside.
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Well, she's really doing us all a favor if she takes out the pigeons.
[ He stood, brushing his hands on his jeans and looked to Bull, no little amount of excitement in those blue eyes. ]
How about a dog bone?
[ Because handling meat was all well and good, but that seemed a bit to much like tempting fate, so something a little less on the range of her immediate diet. ]
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[ ... though Krem could probably clean them up and use them to stuff his plushies. ]
Kitchen cabinet, above the sink. Pick any of 'em. I'll keep her here so she doesn't try to climb up you to get the bag.
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So she's a giant cat. Does she knock shit off the counter too?
[ Both amusing and slightly horrifying. He hoped she didn't have the habit of sitting on people's faces as well. He went to the kitchen, opening it up and locating the bag quickly. He riffled around for the biggest piece he could find before coming back, twirling the bone with his fingers. ]
You want a treat, pretty girl?
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[ Which is good, because she'd destroy them.
Dawnstone is waiting for Jim when he comes back, neck raising to try and sniff at the bone. Watch your fingers, Kirk. ]
Oh yeah, she's interested.
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So better than a cat. She at least does something with it.
[ Not that Kirk had really spent enough time around cats or even dogs to have to much of an opinion. Frank never kept animals on the farm, and his apartment after had not allowed for animals. Star Fleet certainly hadn't either, and he didn't have the time, though he'd contemplated a dog once or twice.
He keeps the bone close to himself, wise enough not to simply dangle a treat and his own fingers in front of something with teeth so sharp. He waggled the bone, clicking his tongue, eyes darting to Bull. ]
Just toss it up to her?
[ Because no offense, but Dawnstone and "take it nice" didn't seem to be two things that paired well. ]