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- Lockheed?
*Meg's voice is quiet, and a little worried. She doesn't want to disturb the dragon - but Kitty did ask her to watch out for him, and she intends to do her job.
Anyways, she needs his help.*
*Meg's voice is quiet, and a little worried. She doesn't want to disturb the dragon - but Kitty did ask her to watch out for him, and she intends to do her job.
Anyways, she needs his help.*
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Date: 2007-01-04 05:47 am (UTC)Just a sigh.
A long, sad, depressed sigh.
This is not Kit.
This is the Fluffy Blonde One.
He wants Kit.
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Date: 2007-01-04 05:50 am (UTC)- because it's Meg, it's as graceful as a hesitant shuffle can be. But still.*
Lockheed? I - could I ask your advice on something? *she tries.*
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Date: 2007-01-04 05:51 am (UTC)He should listen.
Maybe she'll give him scotch.
Heed lifts his head, slowly, wet dragon eyes staring at her sadly.
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Date: 2007-01-04 05:59 am (UTC)(Really they're mostly sad, too. And worried.)*
I'm trying to put together a - a care package. And.
And I want you to help me put it together.
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Date: 2007-01-04 06:00 am (UTC)But he's listening.
Definitely listening.
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Date: 2007-01-04 06:03 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-01-04 06:13 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-01-04 06:16 am (UTC)Eh bien. Well - it's dark chocolates and light chocolates, and some of them have fillings; and maybe an assortment but I don't know what kind she likes.
*A pleading look, of the 'please help the stupid little ballerina' variety.*
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Date: 2007-01-04 06:18 am (UTC)"Dark."
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Date: 2007-01-04 06:22 am (UTC)*Meg breaks off, watching him with distress in her eyes; and, after a moment, pulls out a scarf, which she holds out to Lockheed.
(Can dragons wipe their eyes?)*
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Date: 2007-01-04 06:24 am (UTC)Not as quickly as Lockheed's now shedding them.
English is beyond him, just long, low, lonely sounds.
He wants Kit.
Who ALWAYS ATE THE BEST OF THE CHOCOLATES.
He would give them to her, now, if she were here.
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Date: 2007-01-04 06:36 am (UTC)Desolee, *she whispers.*
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Date: 2007-01-04 06:37 am (UTC)Now would be a good time to cuddle, Meg.
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Date: 2007-01-04 06:53 am (UTC)She doesn't want to invade his personal space. But.
(She kind of needs to cuddle too.)*
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Date: 2007-01-04 06:59 am (UTC)That's probably while Heed, still making sad, keening noises, shifts into her lap.
Slowly and sniffling and curling up into a small, purple ball once he has.
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Date: 2007-01-04 07:06 am (UTC)And so she keeps on petting him, and closes her eyes - though she doesn't cry.*
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Date: 2007-01-04 07:08 am (UTC)He doesn't remember either.
Just keens, and stays close to her.
He wants his human.
He thinks the Fluffy Blonde One does too.