Graduation's right around the corner, huh? Just remember not to make too big of a mess after the dance or trash the place. I'm the one that gets stuck cleaning it up
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Date and Relative time: May 23, morning Where: The gym Open or Closed?: Open!
[So Char just got back from a Charizard-babysitting trip, and BOY IS HE TIRED. His newest wing-puncture is not yet fully healed, so flying is KIND OF HARD. It's a cloudy morning, and the smell of impending rain is in the air, so Char decided to take his breakfast indoors.
Which means there is now a fuck-off huge dragon in the middle of the nice floor, with a gross dead gopher dripping hair and bodily fluids all over the place. A tired tail means a droopy tail, too, so that flame's drooping PERILOUSLY CLOSE to that nice varnished hardwood floor.]
Varnished and freshly so as Raiden was on the far opposite end of the gym, finally able to dunk the roller into the bucket. He wiped his his forehead with the back of his hand and congratulated himself on a job well done. With graduation coming up he had been given extra incentive to make sure all the floors were sparkling their brightest, and had spent all morning making sure the gymnasium was just so. Nothing was going to ruin this beautiful floor. Nothing.
...except that fuck-off huge DRAGON DRAGGING HIS oh no--"HEY!" The blonde waved his hands in the air, took two steps forward but stopped himself, lest he leave foot-prints in the sticky varnish. "Shit. HEY. YOU. STOP!"
So Char did stop, but not until after he planted a big ol' lizardy foot right on that brand-new varnish. He immediately shot Raiden the most annoyed look he could muster. Goddammit, he'd just hauled ass over from Kanto, he was tired as heck and starving and really didn't feel like getting caught in the rain. What was this place coming to when he couldn't even enjoy a nice little deceased rodent?
Well, that was dumb. Laying down a coat of extremely inflammable crap right when a guy with a flaming tail was looking for some breakfast. Char gave an irritable growl around the gross dead thing dangling from his jaws, then lifted his now-sticky foot again, moving to leave the gym.
Conveniently enough, no sooner had he opened the door leading outside than a thunderclap sounded out, followed seconds later by a sudden torrential downpour of rain.
"Great. Just great." Raiden muttered as the rain drummed off the gym roof. The Pokemon knowledge he acquired last summer was probably easiest for him to recall, in a school filled with Pokemon and with a chubby little Squirtle by his side constantly reminding him. (Said Squirtle was currently having a grand time out in the rain. Varnish smelled, man.) That said, Raiden still had a lot to learn, but at least it was at least very apparent Char wouldn't be going anywhere anytime soon.
"Just..." He gestured in the air in the general direction of the stage. "Stay on the stage for a bit while I redo the floor."
Oh. Now Mister Janitor Man thought he could give Char orders? Not even so much as a "please" in that sentence there. That's bad manners, Mister Janitor Man. There are folk out there who take that kind of bossy tone not-so-well, and tgrumpy fuck-off huge dragons happen to be exactly that kind of folk.
Considering Char already had one sticky foot, he may as well get both messy. He took a few more tacky, varnish-reeking steps (at least having the sense to raise his tail back up to about head-level). Once he was right there in Varnish County, he took the gopher in his jaws, clamped down, and shook his head vigorously. There was an altogether unpleasant crunch, not unlike dropping an overripe watermelon onto a cement floor, and the resulting splattering of gopher juice... well, maybe some circles would describe it as art?
Char opted to ignore Raiden's protest while he gulped down his delicious smushed rodent. (Behold, the miracle of nature at its very noblest. These are the breathtaking moments wolf t-shirts are made of.)
After his delicious snack had been devoured, he then took the courtesy of switching to human form.
"Ask you pretty please with a cherry on top." He said with no small amount of sarcasm or whine. "Seriously, I wasn't asking much. You can have even made a mess if you want on the stage, but all that crap you just sprayed on the floor is going to be sealed in varnish." He said.
Where: The gym
Open or Closed?: Open!
[So Char just got back from a Charizard-babysitting trip, and BOY IS HE TIRED. His newest wing-puncture is not yet fully healed, so flying is KIND OF HARD. It's a cloudy morning, and the smell of impending rain is in the air, so Char decided to take his breakfast indoors.
Which means there is now a fuck-off huge dragon in the middle of the nice floor, with a gross dead gopher dripping hair and bodily fluids all over the place. A tired tail means a droopy tail, too, so that flame's drooping PERILOUSLY CLOSE to that nice varnished hardwood floor.]
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...except that fuck-off huge DRAGON DRAGGING HIS oh no--"HEY!" The blonde waved his hands in the air, took two steps forward but stopped himself, lest he leave foot-prints in the sticky varnish. "Shit. HEY. YOU. STOP!"
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"I just varnished the floor!" He explained.
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Conveniently enough, no sooner had he opened the door leading outside than a thunderclap sounded out, followed seconds later by a sudden torrential downpour of rain.
The door closed again. Tough shit, janitor-man.
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"Just..." He gestured in the air in the general direction of the stage. "Stay on the stage for a bit while I redo the floor."
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Considering Char already had one sticky foot, he may as well get both messy. He took a few more tacky, varnish-reeking steps (at least having the sense to raise his tail back up to about head-level). Once he was right there in Varnish County, he took the gopher in his jaws, clamped down, and shook his head vigorously. There was an altogether unpleasant crunch, not unlike dropping an overripe watermelon onto a cement floor, and the resulting splattering of gopher juice... well, maybe some circles would describe it as art?
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"Oh come on! Do you really have to do that here? Go make a mess on the stage if you have to."
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After his delicious snack had been devoured, he then took the courtesy of switching to human form.
"Last I checked, you ain't my trainer."
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"...So?"
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"Forever."
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