[ He glances at the address, but like most places here it really isn't all that hard to find. ]
Not far, I'll be there in twenty.
[ This he sends as he's already on his way on his bike, the softener tucked into a pocket of his biking jacket. It doesn't take him nearly twenty minutes, but maybe he had sped (like he needed a reason to do that), and Bull would have Kirk knocking on his door. ]
[ As usual, every time someone knocks the dragonling is up and over to the door, growling curiously. Bull checks through the peephole with his good eye before he can be heard speaking to her in Qunlat, the word imekari popping up more than once. When he opens the door, he's gotten her hitched up in his arms despite the fact that she's the size of a deer and has a long enough neck to take a bite toward Jim's face, if she wanted to.
She doesn't, not yet, but she does hiss. Stranger danger. ]
Come on in -- let me just...
[ Bull steps back and sets her on the couch. ]
Safe, see? It's fine. [ He's talking to the dragon. ]
[ He cocks his head, catching that particular word, curious about it, though it slides to the back of his mind when the door opens and he spies - well, a dragon. A real, live dragon. Scales and everything and sharp enough teeth to give him a second thought about reaching out to touch her.
He comes inside, shutting the door behind him, doing his best to look unimposing to the dragon, but smart enough to keep out of her immediate snapping range. ]
Guess I shouldn't stick my hand our for her to sniff then.
[ Rather large is an understatement, and Kirk remembered the last time
he had come up against a creature full of teeth about this size, larger
even. It hadn't been the best experience of his life, but something about
her being a dragon kept any initial fear at bay. He moved up to
Bull, tucking against his side as he watched the she-dragon on the couch.
His life had officially taken a very strange turn, hadn't it? ]
I feel like now is the time to say "be very, very quiet, I'm hunting
rabbit".
[ The dragonling eyes them both, tail twitching, but she doesn't move. Bull casually drapes his arm around Jim, over his shoulders, hand settling on his arm. ]
There, see Dawnstone? Nothing to worry about.
[ She snuffles, a bit of smoke curling out of her nose, but shifts on the couch to curl her tail around her legs. Much less likely to pounce, that's good. ]
[ All right, so the dragon had a name. He didn't know why he thought it hadn't, but one thinks of dogs and cats having names, not... dragons. He slid his own arm around Bull's back, not knowing if that would make a difference or not, but it would get more of the other's smell on him, right? ]
Dawnstone, huh? S'pretty name.
[ He smiled at the dragon, as if his charm could win over such a creature as well as it did the two-legged variety. ]
It's from a really, really old cartoon. I'll show it to you sometime. You know what a cartoon is?
[ A perfectly normal conversation to be having while the deer-sized dragon glowered from the couch. ]
[ Most dragons don't, to be fair. Most dragons aren't also being raised in someone's apartment.
Dawnstone growls, but it seems less menacing, somehow. ]
Those drawings that move, right?
[ He's still working on it; there's a learning curve. ]
Pretty name for a pretty girl, [ he croons over to the dragon. She chirps back, deciding to lumber off the couch and come over to rub her head on his leg, a bit like a large cat. ] Yeah, that's a good girl.
Yeah, that's them. Traditionally they are watched on Saturday mornings with
cereal.
[ There's a small flip of his stomach as the dragon comes closer, the
natural reaction to something quite that big and armed with numerous tools
for evisceration coming closer. But over that was an admiration for the way
she moved, the sleek shine of scales, wondering if she felt smooth or
rough.]
Can I touch her now? Any parts I should avoid? I'd like to keep all my
fingers by the time I leave.
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. ]
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[ He glances at the address, but like most places here it really isn't all that hard to find. ]
Not far, I'll be there in twenty.
[ This he sends as he's already on his way on his bike, the softener tucked into a pocket of his biking jacket. It doesn't take him nearly twenty minutes, but maybe he had sped (like he needed a reason to do that), and Bull would have Kirk knocking on his door. ]
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She doesn't, not yet, but she does hiss. Stranger danger. ]
Come on in -- let me just...
[ Bull steps back and sets her on the couch. ]
Safe, see? It's fine. [ He's talking to the dragon. ]
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He comes inside, shutting the door behind him, doing his best to look unimposing to the dragon, but smart enough to keep out of her immediate snapping range. ]
Guess I shouldn't stick my hand our for her to sniff then.
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[ She is really rather large; deer-sized, clearly going to grow into her wings, but her head is large and so are her teeth and claws. ]
Come here, right up along my side, rib to rib. Smelling like me will help, plus she'll see that I don't think you're a threat.
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[ Rather large is an understatement, and Kirk remembered the last time he had come up against a creature full of teeth about this size, larger even. It hadn't been the best experience of his life, but something about her being a dragon kept any initial fear at bay. He moved up to Bull, tucking against his side as he watched the she-dragon on the couch.
His life had officially taken a very strange turn, hadn't it? ]
I feel like now is the time to say "be very, very quiet, I'm hunting rabbit".
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There, see Dawnstone? Nothing to worry about.
[ She snuffles, a bit of smoke curling out of her nose, but shifts on the couch to curl her tail around her legs. Much less likely to pounce, that's good. ]
I have no idea what that means, you know.
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Dawnstone, huh? S'pretty name.
[ He smiled at the dragon, as if his charm could win over such a creature as well as it did the two-legged variety. ]
It's from a really, really old cartoon. I'll show it to you sometime. You know what a cartoon is?
[ A perfectly normal conversation to be having while the deer-sized dragon glowered from the couch. ]
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Dawnstone growls, but it seems less menacing, somehow. ]
Those drawings that move, right?
[ He's still working on it; there's a learning curve. ]
Pretty name for a pretty girl, [ he croons over to the dragon. She chirps back, deciding to lumber off the couch and come over to rub her head on his leg, a bit like a large cat. ] Yeah, that's a good girl.
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Yeah, that's them. Traditionally they are watched on Saturday mornings with cereal.
[ There's a small flip of his stomach as the dragon comes closer, the natural reaction to something quite that big and armed with numerous tools for evisceration coming closer. But over that was an admiration for the way she moved, the sleek shine of scales, wondering if she felt smooth or rough.]
Can I touch her now? Any parts I should avoid? I'd like to keep all my fingers by the time I leave.
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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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