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kismet_loop2015-12-03 05:16 pm
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[This is just a little ridiculous. At first, it was confusing and even a little enjoyable. Random organic food items falling from the sky? Some of it energon? Who was he to turn down a meal if the world was up for feeding him? But it was stuff of the miasma, no doubt about it. The only thing that had really convinced him to want to consume any of it was the sight of his companion dragon sniffling at a bit of turkey leg before gnawing it to pieces. After that, Jetstorm had hoarded it and would continue to hoard it, in case it became necessary to have more.]
[But this really was ridiculous. The storm, if it could be called that, worsened, dropping more and more food in heavier and heavier quantities until finally, it was at a point where Jetstorm feared to leave his own room. This is why there is now a forlorn, pale little face staring out at the city from his window, looking at all of the mixed nommies covering most everything and fretting so! He turns toward the drone thing and realizes it's been recording him. Again. But rather than argue with it, he turns it into a request.]
Is everyone alright out there? I thought this was all going to be okay until... this.
[The dragon appears from off screen to rear up and put forepaws on Jetstorm's chest, chirring and warbling incessantly. Jetstorm offers it a hand to pet and a tiny smile. He's okay. He really is. He's just worried. And dragon knows.]
[But this really was ridiculous. The storm, if it could be called that, worsened, dropping more and more food in heavier and heavier quantities until finally, it was at a point where Jetstorm feared to leave his own room. This is why there is now a forlorn, pale little face staring out at the city from his window, looking at all of the mixed nommies covering most everything and fretting so! He turns toward the drone thing and realizes it's been recording him. Again. But rather than argue with it, he turns it into a request.]
Is everyone alright out there? I thought this was all going to be okay until... this.
[The dragon appears from off screen to rear up and put forepaws on Jetstorm's chest, chirring and warbling incessantly. Jetstorm offers it a hand to pet and a tiny smile. He's okay. He really is. He's just worried. And dragon knows.]
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[Bwip! Feed ends. This is what happens when you are a neighbour.]
[yuss]
Hello.
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[This last is directed towards the dragon, as it's adorable (and Sam has found every dragon she's met so far agreeable enough).]
[She pauses to survey the apartment, then shrugs and turns her attention back to Jetstom.]
Some of this stuff we're going to end up tossing, but I don't think sorting it out is going to be too too bad. First things first, though; what sorta stuff does your little friend like to eat?
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Jendayi and I are OK, though I can't say the same for my wardrobe. Hope pizza's easier to get out of clothes than it is to get out of your hair...
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I don't know how the hell we're gonna get rid of it all if this keeps up, though.
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As for the means to control it, you're looking at him; long as I generate the fire I can control it, to a point. Though fires I didn't start are a different story.
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[Lea generates a small fireball in his hand as a demonstration.]
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[Video] Shhhh, I’m not late...>,>...<.<...>,>...
What about you? [You’re kind of tiny. You look okay, but doesn’t hurt to ask.]
you're so not I'm always late aaaaa
[Primus, if he didn't miss Breakdown before, he definitely does now.]
/Late club brofist
[He can guess, but best to hear the mini say it.]
*SNUGGLE DIS*
~<3