First Floor Lobby, Saturday Afternoon

[bugofjustice]

Lockheed was still stuffed from Thanksgiving dinner at Luke's the other night. It was a really good meal, maybe even better than the Thanksgiving dinners he'd had at Xavier's. Granted, there were about twenty fewer people at Luke's, and half of them had never seen a cute little dragon before. (A fact that brought Lockheed a lot of pleasant

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[fh_anonymous]

A gremlin runs by dragging a pair of khaki pants.

[bugofjustice]

Huh. There's something different. This might prove interesting on such a slow day.

Lockheed took flight and chased after the gremlin.

[fh_anonymous]

The gremlin looked over his shoulder and saw Lockheed chasing him. With a squeak, he began running faster, still dragging the pants behind him.

[bugofjustice]

Lockheed casually increased his speed to match the gremlin. A running gremlin had nothing on a flying dragon. He playfully fired a small warning flame.