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[still_learning]

[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.]

Comments

[10_20_15_5_50]

We're making out okay. Lost our fishnet to a fast-falling watermelon, but managed to retrieve it alright. How's you?

[still_learning]

I am okay. The dragon is doing well also. [He rubs the shiny, scaly head. Those huge eyes tho.] It ate a few of the things that fell from the sky, and I think it was trying to show me that it was safe, so I have been stocking what I found.

[10_20_15_5_50]

D'you need any tupperwares for storing what you've collected? ...or tips on the storage of organic edibles? Not that I mean to overstep or anything, but shelf lives vary a lot from food to food.

[still_learning]

[Wait, sorry. He has to think about that one. Then he looks over at the dragon, then back to Sam.] I did not think about that. Is that what a tupperwares does?

[on to action?]

[10_20_15_5_50]

It helps, for some stuff. Look, I'll be right over with some, and probly peek at what you got.

[Bwip! Feed ends. This is what happens when you are a neighbour.]

[yuss]

[still_learning]

[He'll be waiting quietly in his room by the door, watching the dragon crawl all over the floor around the foodstuffs he's been able to gather that he himself can't consume. He's fairly certain the dragon won't try to chew on any of it, since he'd - she'd? - eaten recently. When he hears that knocking, he'll open right up for Sam.]

Hello.

[10_20_15_5_50]

Hey there. [Sam offers the minicon a sunny smile, a load of tupperware containers under one arm.] May I come on in?

[still_learning]

[He nods and takes a few steps back so his bulky form can let her through. The dragon lifts its shiny head from across the room where it'd been curled around a pillow and thumps its tail once. It's curious and nowhere near about to attack.] Thank you for helping.

[10_20_15_5_50]

Oh, you're welcome. Neighbours oughtta be willing to help out, especially in a situation like ours. And hey there!

[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?