"Greetings, Skwisgaar," Teja says, coming in from his sword-forms. "It seems that Toki's dragon obeys you as well."
He realised that he was actually almost glad to see Skwisgaar -- for no better reason than that he was a descendant of his own people, and looked a bit like Aligern.
He nodded at that, smiling and reaching up to scratch the critter's head-ridge, "Ja, he's is beings for de boths of us." He shrugged, "He's is a good kinds of really metal pet."
Only dragons could get Skwisgaar to smile like that. Well, dragons and legendary swords. And sometimes Toki. But that was beside the point.
Teja touches the longsword in its sheath that he is now wearing, in addition to the axe he always carried. "I have made myself a sword for my upcoming duel," he says, "and otherwise have avoided all and any priests over the holidays. Not that there are many! There are more cats here than priest, which is a good state for any place to be in."
He thought about that for a moment, finally nodding, "Jaaa, sounds abouts true, aniesway, de cats is better for alls of de plague and thing, eatings on de rats, alls a priests would do is prays about it."
He rolled his eyes, "Ja, likes dat is goings to be a thing dat works to gets rid of it. Doesn't work to makes Murgleface goes away at all and he's is totally likes de plague. He gives Nat'an rabies one times!"
And there's a small, blonde teen in a schoolgirl uniform, bent just a little bit so that he's about on eye-level with the dragon on the back of the chair.
He's never met a dragon in the Bar, before, and he's more than a little awestruck. He hasn't even noticed the rock star actually sitting nearby, at all.
Skwisgaar arched a brow at this, "I's is would be beings carefuller abouts dat, he is somestime bite."
And the rest of the time? He just sparked a little, like he was doing now, almost like one of those little wind-up Godzilla or robot toys with a flint wheel that spat sparks.
"Eep!" Momiji very quickly bounds out of biting distance, not entirely unlike a rabbit hopping for its burrow. Once he's safely away, though, he straightens up, admiring the dragon from afar.
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He realised that he was actually almost glad to see Skwisgaar -- for no better reason than that he was a descendant of his own people, and looked a bit like Aligern.
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Only dragons could get Skwisgaar to smile like that. Well, dragons and legendary swords. And sometimes Toki. But that was beside the point.
"Hows is you have be Mister kings-dude?"
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He rolled his eyes, "Ja, likes dat is goings to be a thing dat works to gets rid of it. Doesn't work to makes Murgleface goes away at all and he's is totally likes de plague. He gives Nat'an rabies one times!"
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He's never met a dragon in the Bar, before, and he's more than a little awestruck. He hasn't even noticed the rock star actually sitting nearby, at all.
"Wooow..."
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And the rest of the time? He just sparked a little, like he was doing now, almost like one of those little wind-up Godzilla or robot toys with a flint wheel that spat sparks.
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"Is he yours?"
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