Who: Ciel Phantomhive, and anyone who wants to find him.
Where: Espoir village, on the roof of the Brave Versperia Tavern
Style: 3rd person
Status: Open?
Ciel Phantomhive was a creature of habit, whether by choice or not; every day spent in his home, he went to bed in the same way, and awoke in the same way; curtains drawn, sunlight drifting over his
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...and realized it had dropped the hat, and was simply sitting, watching him. Once again, he got that inkling to think of this... creature as a dog. He'd... always rather liked dogs, but it was hard to really see the relation except for the poise.
Hesitant, Ciel reached out a foot, catching a heel on the brim of his hat and attempting to drag it towards him. He was only half successful, his one good eye fixated completely on Toothless. He now had a chance to truly evaluate it -- legs that reminded him on Easter hams still on the bone, a head unlike anything he'd seen before, and a pair of wings who's design looked more like they belonged on a bat, but were much larger. For a moment, he wondered why the monster had not simply flown up the building.
After a long moment of heavy breathing, intent staring, and panicked wondering at where Sebastian may have been, Ciel began to calm. Enough so that he sat forward slowly, eye still trained on toothless as he reached properly for his hat.
"You probably plan to eat me once I've dropped my guard, don't you." he hazarded a guess, still moving slowly. Don't want to startle it, it would only end poorly, Ciel was certain.
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And when he spoke, Toothless had trouble biting back the bark-like laugh that escaped him quietly. He shook his head, two simple motions back and forth. No, Ciel. He wouldn't eat you. Night Furies lived on a rather strict diet of fish, fish, and more fish. There was a reason he never stole sheep from the village.
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Finally grasping the hat by the brim, he dared to examine it. It didn't seem too damaged... although one side of the brim was now slightly moist, and he grimaced. Stupid thing.
"...You really are a strange thing," he mused, glancing back up at the... closest thing he could think of to describe it was 'dragon', but that didn't even seem right. "Do you understand what I'm saying?"
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He nodded at the question, a simple bobbing of his head accompanied by a pawing at the shingles on the roof. Yes, Ciel. He can understand you-- not entirely and not 100%, but he cant understand most of what you will say.
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...Was he really asking this thing to get him down? he could hardly believe it himself.
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"...Are you saying you want me to climb on?" he asked, when he was within arm's length of Toothless.
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Or maybe he was crazy.
This time, however, Ciel really did smile. Just a little thing, pulling at the corner of his lips, but a smile none the less. More daring now than before, he pulled himself up, grasping Toothless's neck with one hand, and pulling himself up onto the strange saddle. No, he had no rope, and no inkling that he might NEED such a thing. Surely, he could just hold on tightly... and he did exactly that, lying down against the dragon's back, wrapping his arms around the neck.
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He inched toward the edge of the roof and paused, tilting his head slightly to look over his shoulder at Ciel. He grunted, as though to ask are you ready?
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And with a burst of energy and a single, strong beat of his wings, they were off the roof. They glided smoothly for a moment, straight outwards, until Toothless started to lose altitude. Having grown accustomed to his inability to actually fly solitary anymore, the dragon shifted his wings to keep them gliding through the air, angling his body and tail around in time. The end result was an approximate forty-five seconds of being airborn before the dragon beat his wings against the air once more as he landed and trotted along for a moment. He folded his wings carefully, then, and gurgled to let Ciel know it was safe to open his eyes.
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The landing was a bit more rough than he was used to, but then, most things were in comparison to the foot-work of a demon. In this case, it was only the sensation of walking on ground that had alerted him that their flight had come to an end. Slowly, Ciel opened his left eye-- the one that wasn't obscured by an eye patch -- and it confirmed him assumption. Slowly, he sat up, glancing around the unfamiliar little village.
"Ah...I guess I should thank you," he said, drawing his attention back to the dragon. Slowly he dismounted, noting that the process wasn't terribly unlike dismounting a horse. Once again on his own two feet, Ciel found himself gently patting Toothless's scaly neck with one gloved hand. "I wonder, who it is you belong to," he mused quietly, as he scanned around for any sign of a Master, or at least his hat--
Oh. His hat. He'd left it up on the roof. Sigh. He supposed he could always get a new one.
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...well, how did one describe Hiccup's particular flavor of Vikingism? Toothless shook his head. Following Ciel's line of sight back to the roof, the dragon tilted his head curiously and whuffed. What? I just got you down from there, now what?
Belatedly, he noticed the lack of hat on Ciel's head or in his hands. His reptilian face sort of scrunched into a frown. Oh, bother.
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Ciel noticed the change of attention and behavior from Toothless, and simply reached to touch him behind the ear. "Don't worry about it. It blew off once, it will probably blow off again."
Maybe he should get a pet. How was it this thing had managed to calm him so much?
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Still looking after the hat for a moment, Toothless finally tore his eyes away from the roof to frown slightly at Ciel. Hopefully when the hat blew off the roof it would blow off in this direction again, instead of being carried off to Thor-Only-Knew-Where.
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