Millitimed to Way Back When

[balletrat]

- Lockheed?

*Meg's voice is quiet, and a little worried. She doesn't want to disturb the dragon - but Kitty did ask her to watch out for him, and she intends to do her job.

Anyways, she needs his help.*

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[prydeful]

There's not even a coo.

Just a sigh.

A long, sad, depressed sigh.

This is not Kit.

This is the Fluffy Blonde One.

He wants Kit.

[balletrat]

*Meg shuffles, a little hesitantly, in the way that people do when they Do Not Want to Intrude On Other People's Grief.

- because it's Meg, it's as graceful as a hesitant shuffle can be. But still.*

Lockheed? I - could I ask your advice on something? *she tries.*

[prydeful]

The Fluffy Blonde One is talking.

He should listen.

Maybe she'll give him scotch.

Heed lifts his head, slowly, wet dragon eyes staring at her sadly.

[balletrat]

*Meg meets his sad dragon eyes with wide blue ones that are trying their best to look matter-of-fact, understanding and practical.

(Really they're mostly sad, too. And worried.)*

I'm trying to put together a - a care package. And.

And I want you to help me put it together.