[The chewing stops momentairly, just long enough for a glimpse of a bone to be seen in the gullet.
It's a fish bone, but the image is so brief, that might not register. The gnawing and chewing of the communicator starts right back up again after that, perhaps with a bit more vigor.]
[oh hi, were you saying something? Hiccup didn't notice, he's a bit preoccupied. And you can't see him either, because this is still a video feed of draconian anatomy.
That was his name, and unless Hiccup matured into a woman, that was a completely different voice. And a strange one at that.
Out of spite, he gives the comm a few good last chews before trotting the short distance -very short distance- over to his Tiny Viking, and dropping the slobbery, mangled mess of a comm -by some miracle, still working, if barely- into his capable hands.
Toothless looks unsure as he smacks his lips, figuring out why the entire thing tasted like metal and something else weird. Plastic, but he doesn't know that. His inquisitive, if not wary chirp betrays his questioning of the voice. Just who was that in the box? Is the box magic? If it is, he's not so sure Hiccup should have it. Magic can be dangerous, after all.
...Maybe he should have just eaten the thing anyways. You know... for Hiccup's protection.]
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H-Hey! Is everything alright??
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It's a fish bone, but the image is so brief, that might not register. The gnawing and chewing of the communicator starts right back up again after that, perhaps with a bit more vigor.]
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Yes! That's it. Less chewing, more spitting out while nothing has been damaged. That's per--
[sigh] No, Toothless, that's. Less chewing--that's a completely different thing!
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He begins by gilding around the dorms, to see if he could see anything through the windows.*
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There's someone I thought I'd never see again.
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You can, however, hear Hiccup's struggles still.]
Toothless, that's--that's not even edible!
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Toothless.
Spit it out.
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That was his name, and unless Hiccup matured into a woman, that was a completely different voice. And a strange one at that.
Out of spite, he gives the comm a few good last chews before trotting the short distance -very short distance- over to his Tiny Viking, and dropping the slobbery, mangled mess of a comm -by some miracle, still working, if barely- into his capable hands.
Toothless looks unsure as he smacks his lips, figuring out why the entire thing tasted like metal and something else weird. Plastic, but he doesn't know that. His inquisitive, if not wary chirp betrays his questioning of the voice. Just who was that in the box? Is the box magic? If it is, he's not so sure Hiccup should have it. Magic can be dangerous, after all.
...Maybe he should have just eaten the thing anyways. You know... for Hiccup's protection.]
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