Raptors are attracted to bright colors. Generally for Raptor Red's kind, it's the color red. But that doesn't mena she's above investigating shiny things. Which would be the reason why Peter has two Utahraptors walking up to stare at him, blinking slowly.
Red tilts her head to the side, snorting quietly. "Phhhr?"
Scribble squawked cheerfully at the mention of Ray-she recognized his name. But the suit was more interesting at the moment. She trotted forward, aiming to take an experimental nibble.
Red, meanwhile, kept her head tilted to the side. Feeling better? Unlike Scribble, she hadn't gone visiting yet, and so was a little in the dark. "Khht?"
"Hey, Scribble, no bite. If you're hungry just say so." Peter warned, and tried to wave over a waitrat. They were keeping their distance from the dinosaurs though.
And to Red, he added, sort of getting the head tilt, "Yeah, Ray's sick, but he'll be back soon."
He then got up with a sigh, and went to order some large steaks for the dinosaurs. Well, steaks for Red, and some ground burger for Scribble since he wasn't sure what the younger one could handle.
The plates were then brought up, and placed nearby where they could access them when they wanted to. Obviously, Peter didn't know much on raptor care and such, other than very basics.
Red clicked her teeth at Scribble, adding to Peter's warning. The younger raptor backed off with a chirp. As soon as she saw Peter go off then return with a plate of meet, though, she backed up and pounced on the plate. The burger was gone in a matter of minutes, as Scribble noisly ate.
The older raptor, meanwhile, bobbed her head-partially as a nod to her unspoken question, and partially as thanks for the food. She begins eating far more sedately, gulping down the steaks in large chunks. Her head tilts again as she peers at Peter's costume, still trying to figure it out.
Peter glanced down at his costume, "You're welcome. Oh yeah, shiny stuff huh? Guess your kind goes in for that." He wondered what else to do. Ray had the toys and the knowledge for this stuff, not him.
Red bobbed her head again, then went back to eating. The steak was gone shortly-not surprising, given how quickly he managed to gulp it down.
Scribble had already finished with her meal, and she knew what to do. She ran off into the crowd, then returned a few moments later, carrying a ratty-looking rope octopus. Trotting over to peter, she held it up in the air, chirping as best she could while carrying the toy.
Peter eyed it, "Oh, ok. Want to play tug?" Sure, it's like playing Buster, the Doberman back home. Only much bigger, greater jaw strength, sharper claws, and bigger teeth. Yay?
He reached for the toy, and pulled on it some, tentative shakes on it. Still a bit uneasy at this.
"Yeep!" Scribble held on and tugged back, growling happily to herself. Fortunately, she didn't seem interested in getting her claws or teeth too close to peter-she was more interested in reclaiming her prize.
Raptor Red, meanwhile, yawned and kept an eye on things. It was more for Peter's sake than Scribble's, seeing as the chick had the upper hand when it came to having pointy objects on hand. (or foot, or mouth.)
Peter gave a small grin at that, "Sheesh, you could give my kid lessons on how to grip. Thought she was tough." He tugged back a little harder, and shook it some more.
"Rrrr!" Scribble was obviously pleased at the game and tugged harder, bakcing up. Between trying to back up on the floor and keep her grip, she skittered a bit, but managed to keep her footing-and her hold on the toy.
Red tilted her head as she listened and sniffed the air, then returned her attention to the pair. She couldn't smell any humans that smelled somewhat like Peter-his offspring must be elsewhere, she decided.
Red tilts her head to the side, snorting quietly. "Phhhr?"
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Red, meanwhile, kept her head tilted to the side. Feeling better? Unlike Scribble, she hadn't gone visiting yet, and so was a little in the dark. "Khht?"
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And to Red, he added, sort of getting the head tilt, "Yeah, Ray's sick, but he'll be back soon."
He then got up with a sigh, and went to order some large steaks for the dinosaurs. Well, steaks for Red, and some ground burger for Scribble since he wasn't sure what the younger one could handle.
The plates were then brought up, and placed nearby where they could access them when they wanted to. Obviously, Peter didn't know much on raptor care and such, other than very basics.
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The older raptor, meanwhile, bobbed her head-partially as a nod to her unspoken question, and partially as thanks for the food. She begins eating far more sedately, gulping down the steaks in large chunks. Her head tilts again as she peers at Peter's costume, still trying to figure it out.
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Scribble had already finished with her meal, and she knew what to do. She ran off into the crowd, then returned a few moments later, carrying a ratty-looking rope octopus. Trotting over to peter, she held it up in the air, chirping as best she could while carrying the toy.
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He reached for the toy, and pulled on it some, tentative shakes on it. Still a bit uneasy at this.
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Raptor Red, meanwhile, yawned and kept an eye on things. It was more for Peter's sake than Scribble's, seeing as the chick had the upper hand when it came to having pointy objects on hand. (or foot, or mouth.)
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Red tilted her head as she listened and sniffed the air, then returned her attention to the pair. She couldn't smell any humans that smelled somewhat like Peter-his offspring must be elsewhere, she decided.
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Peter chuckled, "That's it, quite a fighter, aren't ya?" He then yanked hard on the toy, and then let it go.
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