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Post by sempai ratte on Jun 22, 2014 1:42:33 GMT
William "Wildfire" RobergeAs the event continued William leaned against the wall, he hated these snobbish parties. If he had his way he be at a bar with a lady on his arm telling stories, or knee deep in a fight against the tarred but he was ordered to attend this snooze fest instead. In an effort to prevent dying from boredom he walked about the room in his dress uniform with a drink in his hand, as he made his way near the commotion he had to shake his head I should have stayed in the scout unit, at least that way I’m doing a soldiers work not attending useless events like this he thought to himself with a scowl. Only when he heard about the counterattack did any sort of a smile show; the thought of taking the fight to those monsters began to get him fired up, he wanted to give those things a dose of their own medicine and be able to tell the tale later. Though he would have to endure another few hours of this event before he could begin to get ready for action “This is no place for a soldier, an diplomat perhaps but not a soldier” he said under his breath as he took a seat at a unused table.
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Post by Miya on Jun 27, 2014 15:04:50 GMT
Felia did nothing as Sir Joshua apologized to her. She didn’t want an apology, she wanted to punch the man in the face and make it so he never did something like that again. Even if it were ‘a knee-jerk reaction’ he should have stopped himself from doing it. A man, especially a proper one like Sir Joshua, had no right to stick his hands down a woman’s dress. So, Felia finally stepped away from them, just in time too as Selene approached the two males and asked for a picture. She hurried away even faster before the woman seemingly noticed her distress to exploit and call over. Politely, or at least as best as Felia could do, she turned around with a smile and waved the woman’s words off. “Important? Me? How kind, but I really don’t care for such things.” She explained. “Also, I have to get back to work, and have little time for photo ops because of it.” She smiled.
There were hardly any public pictures of Ophelia Varley since Felia hated seeing herself more than anything. Selene may be the figurative queen of everything, but Felia wouldn’t yield to even her demands as she turned and made a run for it by walking away as quickly as possible. She left the building, having spent enough time to make it seem like she cared about things, but as she left she began to quickly take off her necklace while undoing her hair so it fell down. She hated balls, hated getting dressed up, and now she hated Sir Joshua. The man was highly regarded by her before, but now she couldn’t even stand the thought of him. Why were all men pigs? She had thought this question to herself many times, and as she moved her long hair over one of her shoulders while walking back to the base she found herself thinking it over even more so.
Perhaps society was to blame more so than the men…Her green eyes looked up to the dark night sky as her feet stopped walking and convinced her to lean against a building as she calmed herself down. Boyd was the biggest pig of them all, but yet he was praised like a hero on a daily basis. Her previous husband was practically the king of the village. Now Sir Joshua was the cocky Captain that thought he could do what ever he wanted and get away with it…And what could Felia do? She moved a hand over her face and sighed deeply. She could file formal complaints about the incident, but nothing would get done. No one ever fired a Captain that was getting results. The only thing that Felia could see was simply letting the event slid by and moving on with her duties. Feeling defeated, and slightly ashamed of who she was, Felia continued to walk away from the large event in order to go back to her room and sleep off the horrible feelings that were swarming around in her.
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Post by sempai ratte on Jun 27, 2014 22:06:23 GMT
William "Wildfire" Roberge As Felia left the building he stood and followed her Can't let a lady wander the streets alone he thought to himself as he decided he'd better keep an eye on her, Who know maybe she'll get in trouble and I'll be able have some fun he continued to ponder as he followed at a safe distance. as he saw her stop and lead against a building he paused "You really should be more careful, The tarred aren't the only dangers lurking about." he said in a relaxed tone as he smiled, "Hope I didn't startle you, I just didn't feel it was right to let you walk off alone. Beside it was a boring party anyhow." he added standing where she had a clear view of him. "you want some company, I promise I'll keep my hands to myself." he said waiting her answer before he approached closer.
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Post by Miya on Jun 27, 2014 23:28:54 GMT
Felia turned her head and looked over at the young man standing before her. In her somewhat buzzed mind, the younger male reminded her only of countless soldiers that she saw everyday, so she was grateful he was wearing his military uniform to inform her that he was indeed a soldier. "Do you normally follow around women in hopes of accompanying them home?" She asked with a raised eyebrow before turning to face him with her arms crossed under her chest. "That seems a bit suspicious, soldier." She said to him before waving a hand for him to follow. "Might as well have someone make sure I don't go into the wrong place this time." She muttered more to herself than the man walking with her. "What's the name and rank, boy?" She asked as she paused to lean down and remove her heels since she didn't have any plans to go back to that horrible ball anymore. However, even with her heels off and her feet flat against the cold cement ground, she still stood tall and proud.
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Post by sempai ratte on Jun 28, 2014 0:10:57 GMT
William "Wildfire" Roberge
William grinned " Not normally but that was a really boring party, and you looked like you had a rough time of it." he said in a steady tone as she picked up her shoes, " The name is Sgt. William Roberge of the watch. I would consider it my duty to see the commander safely to her destination, where ever that may be" he added as they walked. " Tell me commander, when you lead the troops to hit the tarred may I join you? I miss the challenge of combat, If I may say so I would consider myself more at home there than on city patrol." he said in a serious tone before allowing a wry smile to show, " Where exactly are we going, if I may ask." he asked as he moved to catch up with her.
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Post by Miya on Jun 28, 2014 0:28:09 GMT
Felia listened to the younger man with mild interest. He was with the watch guards, which meant he worked under Joshua (no longer respected enough in Felia's mind to have a Sir before it). "Well, William, if you want to go on a mission untrained you'll be causing nothing but trouble. Being an Elite isn't a walk in the park you know...Maybe you can come if you pass the test with flying colors." She added before hearing an annoying voice call out. Felia rolled her eyes and reluctantly stopped to turn and face Joshua as he approached and gave orders to the man that was walking her home.
She didn't really care either way though, it wasn't as if Felia had someone escort her every night back to her home. She just wanted to lay down on her couch and drink another bottle of her fine hidden liquor before going to sleep instead of having to face another pigheaded male who thought he could get away with anything. "I rather not give you more of my time, Joshua. It's clear you have no regard to a woman's personal space, and I rather not have it violated again." She said in a serious tone, but still she was restraining herself. If William wasn't there, she may have simply punched Joshua in the nose and be done with him. "Now, if you'll excuse me." She turned away and began walking again, not wanting to stay in the company of a perverted man.
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Post by sempai ratte on Jun 28, 2014 0:38:20 GMT
William "Wildfire" RobergeWilliam looked back when he heard a familiar voice behind him " Yes sir, as you say sir." he said before turning back to commander Felia, " If you need better company than sir Joshua later I'm easy to find, just ask for Wildfire." he added before turning back to deliver the message. " Don't hurt the old man commander Felina, age can make men ......well less energetic." he said over his shoulder to her before walking past Joshua, " Have fun tonight." he added before returning to deliver the message. As he heard her reponse to Joshua he paused in his stride "Once I deliver the message I'll join you my lady." he said in a tone full of intent, "And for this test, I'll take it and pass it with a perfect. I'll show you just what I can do." he added with a sly grin. "Where should I meet you?" he asked assuming that naturally no woman can resist his charms.
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Post by Miya on Jun 28, 2014 1:59:35 GMT
Felia ignored William's words about Joshua's age and energy, no longer having the strength to deal with men at all. However, when he spoke up intent on meeting her, she stopped walking and turned around sharply to face. "Watch your tongue, Roberge." She snapped, her eyes full of fire. "You're talking to a commander, not some horned up soldier looking for 'company' at a moments notice." She hissed before turning back away. "I'll make sure you don't pass that test, and that I never see your grubby face again." Pigs! Every last male on Earth had turned into a perverted pig, and Felia found herself at the epicenter of them all. She would have started a sprint if it wasn't for the fact her dress would rip the moment she did, so she settled for walking away as fast as possible.
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Post by littlefluffette on Jun 28, 2014 4:21:43 GMT
THE DEAN BIG BOYD ALGER ⁚⁜⁚⁜⁚⁜⁚⁜⁚⁜⁚⁜⁚⁜⁚⁜⁚⁜⁚⁜⁚⁜⁚⁜⁚⁜⁚⁜⁚⁜⁚⁜⁚⁜⁚⁜⁚⁜⁚
It was clear that Ophelia was angry with the both of them, though likely more so with Joshua than himself since all Boyd had done was let Sprinkle sit on his shoulder. Boyd had to hold back his laughter, keeping his eyes focused upon Sprinkle as he was sure he was to burst out laughing at Ophelia’s misfortune and the peculiar predicament Joshua was in. As he pat her head as the little rabbit licked at his cheek, a swarm of photographers and interviewers surrounded them. Selene had walked over, asking to take a photo with them.
“Ah, sure.” It was expected that at some point tonight he would have his photo taken. He did just did not expect it to be with Selene. He especially did not expect her to slid up to his arm, wrap his arms around it and press up against him. His cheeks flushed but he stood just a little bit taller, even puffing out his chest a bit and sucking in his gut. It was certainly an uncomfortable position, but Boyd had to look good if he was going to have his photo taken with Selene hugging his arm.
Sir Joshua wilfully agreed to get his photo taken, but Ophelia refused preferring to step away. Clearly from her tense behaviour she was really upset about the earlier gesture. Not that she was wrong to be angry, Joshua really should have asked. Even Boyd would have likely avoided doing something so… well blatantly stupid. And such lewd acts like touching women inappropriately were up in Boyd’s alleyway. Holding still for the cameras the photographers took a few pictures before more swarmed. Before Boyd knew it he was surrounded by cameramen and women, Sprinkle on his shoulder and Joshua far from the now crowded area.
“So there’s a lot of people here tonight, huh?” he asked Selene, trying to spark up some conversation while they were stuck there. Sprinkle seemed quite pleased about the whole photo op, happily staying on his shoulder for the pictures. “Should help deal with the Tarred.”
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Post by littlefluffette on Jul 1, 2014 5:10:19 GMT
THE DEAN BIG BOYD ALGER ⁚⁜⁚⁜⁚⁜⁚⁜⁚⁜⁚⁜⁚⁜⁚⁜⁚⁜⁚⁜⁚⁜⁚⁜⁚⁜⁚⁜⁚⁜⁚⁜⁚⁜⁚⁜⁚⁜⁚
Selene’s reassurance that such a photograph would help did bolster some pride in Boyd and his stance only straightened more so than before. With his gut sucked in and his chest stuck out, he posed just a bit longer with the beautiful widow. These photographs continued for some time until her publicist shooed them all away, to which then the two were alone. Boyd half expected Selene to leave now, but instead she was still by his arms. A smirk grew on his face and he looked down to Selene, listening to her ask if they could have a moment away.
“Of course.” He spoke in his rarely heard smooth baritone. “Such a donation would help all of our students.” And of course such alone time would help Boyd especially. “Any ideas as to where we should go?” He always let the place be up to the women. Should there be a chance for “romance” to bloom, he had to make sure the woman was in the mood.
But before he could go he looked to Sprinkles. “Are you to join us too?” His voice for a brief second deflated, but mostly because he could not wilfully chase away Sprinkles. He adored her too much to do such a thing, though he would have enjoyed the privacy. Thing was he could not leave her alone either, since I she got in trouble Joshua would be upset with him, not her.
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Post by littlefluffette on Jul 9, 2014 0:49:20 GMT
TIME SKIP: THE NEXT DAY THE DEAN BIG BOYD ALGER ⁚⁜⁚⁜⁚⁜⁚⁜⁚⁜⁚⁜⁚⁜⁚⁜⁚⁜⁚⁜⁚⁜⁚⁜⁚⁜⁚⁜⁚⁜⁚⁜⁚⁜⁚⁜⁚⁜⁚
It was considered to be known that should Boyd Alger not be sobering up the next morning a blue moon was to come. Even at the most prestigious of gatherings Boyd would find a way to drink himself into a stupor, all in an attempt to keep him from growing bored. But on this day, Boyd was for the first time quite sober. He had barely even finished his second flask before the gala came to a close, and it had all to do with Selene. Upon connecting herself to his arm, Boyd had spent the whole of the party talking and “putting on the moves”. He could not say if they had worked or not, but they had planned to go on a half-“date” of sorts to discuss the donation towards the Academy.
As he sat up from his bed, showered, dressed, and slipped downstairs to cook himself a hardy meal the large man whistled. Pepper, practically latching himself to Boyd after spending the whole day alone, was practically bouncing about the room. At times the peeper dragon would land nearby, getting a quick nip of the raw bacon before being shooed away.
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Post by iliaroseraine on Jul 9, 2014 6:01:26 GMT
Lillian Leigh Alger
Lillian awoke that morning and muttered a curse, her father would not approve of, as she realized she had fallen to sleep at her desk again. She lifted her head up just enough to rub her face and tried to ignore the ache in her spine and the throbbing pain she felt on her head where it had rested on the hard surface the past few hours. This was once again one of the many times she was relieved that her study was on the part of the building that did not receive the morning sun through it's windows. She didn't keep track of how long she sat there, it didn't matter. She did not feel the immediate urgency to get up and move, today she could take her time.
It was a day off for her. She had worked out with her supervisor years before that the day after major events she was not expected to work. This was due to the fact that her father had the tendency to return home in the evenings drunk and the next day sobering up after large events like this which he was expected to attend to, and Lillian, even though she had moved out, felt it her responsibility to look after him. Something she actually enjoyed a majority of the time, usually her only issues happened when he brought home women. It happened rarely, but enough that Lillian dreaded the mornings at first and had to motivate her to start acting. But she also felt she owed it to her father to go check on him as well, after she so adamantly refused to go to the Gala the night before. she had to work, and couldn't leave and experiment, that night, alone and everyone else was attending the event. It was becoming a common excuse, and she built up guild each time she used it. She hated the publicity events and could not stand to go because of the cameras and the women that they attract.
Though today Lillian had the extra motivation as well. She knew that when the day was over she could go home to her apartment and crawl into bed. Something that if he brought home a woman she could do much earlier than she had already planned. Either way she could turn it into a win-win situation and that was enough to motivate her and get her up and out of the chair she sat in. Once in action it took her only half an hour before she was up and ready, and headed out the door. Just barely remembering to grab her purse. The walk from the Institute she worked at, to her father's home was not unreasonable and she stopped only long enough on the way to grab some eggs and vegetables that she could make a breakfast for him with. It was these moments that he was too drunk or hung-over to cook that she took the opportunity to cook him the nutritional meals that he often neglected.
She reached him house a few minutes later after stopping at the store and knocked on the door before trying to open it. She did not expect the door to be locked, it never was when her father had been drinking, and furrowed her eyebrows when she noticed that the door had not budged and resisted her actions. She tried to open the door again to confirm that it really was locked and fought the urge to curse so close to where her father, even if he was drunk, could hear her.
"Dad, this is the first time I can ever recall you remembering to lock the door," she muttered instead choosing a sarcastic like humor in it's place and set down the grocery bags so that she could dig through what she considered to be a bottomless purse. She didn't think that her father was sober, though this might have been more than enough proof to do so... her logic ran more along the lines that it was a fluke that he remembered to lock the door and to her that was the more believable situation. She fumbled for far too long, trying to find the keys in the black hole that seemed to eat the kitchen sink she told everybody he had in there as well, and found herself growing rapidly impatient. It took a much shorter time to unlock the door and cross the threshold in comparison.
Finally inside the first thing she noticed was an assault on her senses. She could smell that her father was cooking in the kitchen. She smelled the meat she had grown up believing to be a staple and heard the iconic sizzling and popping sounds that allowed her to identify the artery clogging food. She grew up eating bacon in the morning instead of cereal and felt her mouth water at realization he was cooking some now. But despite the fact that her mouth watered at the smell and sounds, Lillian found herself starting to panic instead and scurried into the kitchen.
Her father cooking when he had been drinking the night before never ended well. Often he got injured in some manner. And while she worried her father might injure himself, she also worried more about a little dragon as well. There was one bad event that her father mistook the little dragon for the bacon he had tried to fry up and set the dragon in the pan. The gluttonous little beast, did not react like many pets would and try to get out, no instead Pepper saw it as an opportunity and sat in the skillet as her father continued to feed him while he sat there. The dragon held no desire to move for the simple fact that her father was too far gone to figure out where the bacon he was putting in the pan kept disappearing to.
Pepper being a dragon and all, should have told Lillian he would be fine, but Pepper after that incident had spent a month shedding well-done scales from where he sat in the frying pan to long. Yes he was a dragon, but Lillian knew through myth, that even the strongest beast of his species were not completely immune to fire and heat, and the shedding and slow regrowth of his scales, (they have yet to fully comeback in), left her scared that if it happened again the poor dragon would not survive. So panic stricken she raced to the kitchen and haphazardly place her groceries on the counter and she took in the scene before her.
She observed her father stood by the stove and was reaching for the raw meat and Pepper darting to closely around his hand and felt her blood run cold and nearly ran to reach the dragon and scoop him up in her arms protectively at the time. "Daaaaaddd!" she cried out as she did so and held the little dragon close to her chest in a death grip, her heart racing.
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Post by littlefluffette on Jul 11, 2014 0:54:10 GMT
THE DEAN BIG BOYD ALGER ⁚⁜⁚⁜⁚⁜⁚⁜⁚⁜⁚⁜⁚⁜⁚⁜⁚⁜⁚⁜⁚⁜⁚⁜⁚⁜⁚⁜⁚⁜⁚⁜⁚⁜⁚⁜⁚⁜⁚
The tiny peeper dragon let out a squeak when Lillian came behind him and picked him up. He was at this point eating a piece of raw bacon and still was as she held him, legs kicking about. He was used to tight hugs, so he did not react too badly to her near death grip. Boyd stopped cooking what bacon was not eaten and looked to Lillian, a big grin on his face.
“Lilliputian!” He put the fork down and swept her up in a big hug, giving her and Pepper a tight squeeze before finally letting her down. He grabbed for the fork and returned to cooking, looking at his daughter from the corner of his eyes. “How're you this morning? Checking up on your old man, eh?” He asked. Upon speaking, this should have keyed her in about his sobriety. When he was still trying to get over his drunkenness the next day, he usually found loud noises unbearable- including his own voice, and so he usually spoke in mumbles. Not now of course, he was still in a boisterous mood as ever.
“If Pepper hasn’t eaten all the bacon, you should join me this morning.” He offering breakfast to his daughter was nothing new- he always was willing to share. But there was a mild lightness to his voice which hinted that his high spirits were higher than usual. As he returned to cooking he took note of the bags Lillian brought in, stepping away to see what was inside. Vegetables and the like were something Boyd avoided eating at all costs, and usually when he saw them he complained about their tastelessness or just how “inedible” they were. This time he shrugged it off and returned to cooking, another sign that he woke up happier than usual.
“You can ease your grip on Pepper, you know.” Boyd watched the round dragon gobble up the bacon in its hands. “Though if you’re holding him, wash his hands.” Boyd knew Pepper touched a lot of stuff in the house, and letting the tiny dragon touch things with hands that held raw meat was clearly not a wise idea. This was one of the few times Boyd ever seemed to think clearly, but that was because he caught salmonella when Pepper had touched raw chicken, then touched his toothbrush.
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Post by iliaroseraine on Jul 11, 2014 7:55:13 GMT
Lillian Leigh Alger
Shock, that was what she felt when her father was so bright and cheery this morning. Not his usually hung-over temperament. When he yelled his nickname for her and lifted her off the ground she could barely process that realization that he was far more sober than she realized. But that didn't matter with the sudden realization and almost fear that she realized her feet had left the ground. She felt her face turn red from embarrassment at the ease in which he could lift her up and didn't say much even after she had been set back down on the ground. She knew her father, knew that she would always be his little girl, no matter how mature she had at some point proven herself to be, and she had in her own way come terms with that. It was more the fact that her father's actions reminded her of her height. It was hard, for her at least, when you reached a peak height of 5'2" and your father was so big that he was commonly referred to as "Big Boy"
But her father in his good mood allowed her to put aside that little idiosyncrasy that she had with herself. Yeah, somehow genetics failed her... at least in the height factor, but otherwise she figured that she was okay. She smiled as her dad offered her some food as well. "I would love to join, that is if you have enough, I also brought some ingredients for omelettes." She responded after a minute and watched her father look into the bag. She knew he didn't like veggies, but hey... man them up with some eggs and sometimes he didn't protest so much... Sometimes. Lillian was a little relieved that he was cooking his meal sober, even if it meant she had to lug the veggies home later.
It was a refreshing, change in their normal routine. Though she had her suspicion as to the cause of his mood. Her father was only this happy, from what she could recall, when he was thinking about women, desert, a combination of the two, or she had done something that made him outlandishly proud... She saw no desert containers lying around, and with a quick check to the fridge she was able to rule out that possibility, and as far a she knew she hadn't done anything too pride worthy recently, and knew that it was probably the option she was the least likely to be happy with herself. But the fact that there was no scantily dressed woman present in the room, and possibly house, was enough to allow her to worry about it at another time. For now it would be fine to enjoy the lifted spirits of her father.
She hadn't realized that she was still holding Pepper so tightly until her father said something and looked down at the dragon with an apologetic look. I am not as calm as I would like to pretend I am, am I? She thought to herself. But she wouldn't admit it, she didn't like to dwell on the bad. She barely realized that her father was asking her to wash Pepper's hands a few moments late and smiled. "Make me do the dirty work huh?" she joked and carried the dragon, albeit a little gentler, to the sink.
"Sorry Pep, but Dad doesn't want you running around and reeking your type of havoc with grubby little bacon fingers," she spoke and turned on the water. She did not apologize for for bathing him, because Pepper didn't mind water so much... But or the reason that the dragon was the biggest glutton she knew, possibly more so than her father, and that applied with the water as well. He didn't care about being clean, but what he could fill his stomach with next. As if to prove her thought's point, the second she turned the water on the dragon latched his jaw on the end and guzzled down the water as quickly as he could. She sighed and grabbed the soap off the counter (a concoction she had made a year ago that she knew would not hurt him) and scrubbed him down, taking advantage of his distraction.
"You are in a great mood today Papa," she spoke as she turned the water off and waited for the dragon to give up and let go of the sink, "Did something happen at the Gala?" After a few moments Pepper dropped to the bottom of the sink, content and burping bubbles after a moment where he licked some of the soap from his scales. She waited and listened to her fathers response, even if he confirmed what she already she had decided not to let it upset her. She took advantage of the fact Pepper let his guard down and doused him with water, rinsing the soap away before he could latch onto the faucet again and gave him an amused glare.
"I win little beast," she spoke with a smile in a whisper. So that her father couldn't hear she playfully plotted against him. "But if you can talk Dad into making omelets, i'll make sure he mixed the egg shells in with yours. Just because you have been a good Pepper dragon." She patted the bag for Pepper to see and waited till he scurried off to wash her hands and listened to her father as he cooked. Her father's good spirits, no matter the cause were infectious.
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Post by littlefluffette on Jul 28, 2014 2:25:17 GMT
THE DEAN BIG BOYD ALGER ⁚⁜⁚⁜⁚⁜⁚⁜⁚⁜⁚⁜⁚⁜⁚⁜⁚⁜⁚⁜⁚⁜⁚⁜⁚⁜⁚⁜⁚⁜⁚⁜⁚⁜⁚⁜⁚⁜⁚
Despite having known his daughter for the whole of her life- which of course was to be expected, it never clicked in his head that Lillian might hate being lifted off her feet. Of course it was hard to hug her properly when he, a giant compared to most people, had a daughter that was halfway to being a dwarf, again when compared to most people. If ever a day came where she complained, he might take it to heart. But until then she would always be his Lilliputian and he would always pick her up to hug her.
“You know I have enough.” At least he thought he had enough bacon, though analyzing the pan now he realized he’d have to get another packet. This was not too difficult, as soon he went to the fridge and pulled out a second packet which he opened and proceeded to cook. “So what’ve you been up too? Missed a great party.” He stopped speaking to laugh, remembering the little fiasco between Joshua and Felia. “Sir Joshua, he shoved his hand down Ophelia’s dress. Oh, she was pissed.” Boyd cackled. “Have no idea what happened after that. She stormed off, and then Josh ran off to. Knowing her though, he’s ruined her from men for life.” Boyd already knew Ophelia had disliked men; it was the way she spoke to certain men. Before, she appeared mostly irritated at some men mainly the ones that were like Boyd. But after what happened last night, he expected she’d hate men forever.
“Someone’s gotta do it.” He oted when she teasingly commented about cleaning Pepper. Not that it was a hard task, Pepper was an easy dragon to handle. Well, to handle so long as food was not involved. No sooner had Lillian carried Pepper to the tap that he latched himself to the metal spout and chugged back the water which poured it. Lillian used this moment to lather him up with soap, asking her father if anything good happened while at the gala since he was in a fantastic mood. “Well Selene, that hot babe- the one married to that alchemic elite guy, well she was there and practically clinging to you-know-who.” A low chortle emanated from his throat, Boyd pausing to look to his daughter and smirk. “We’re planning to meet up again. Just to talk about donation to the academy, though know your old man, I think I could get more…” Of course he was thirty years Selene’s senior, but that did not stop Boyd.
Pepper, with the tap off slipped from it to sit in the sink, little wings slowly flapping in preparation to fly out of the sink. At that moment the faucet was back on, pouring cool water all over him. Once rinsed it was off just as he moved to latch one and, feeling no water come out he dropped. Despite her amused glare he stared at Lillian with the same, doe-eyed look he gave everyone. Only the quiet of peeps came from him, though they grew louder when eggshells were mentioned. At that Pepper flew up almost spraying water everywhere as he did a quick spin to dry himself, he flew over to Boyd and landed on his head. The trick to getting Boyd to eat better through Pepper was to have the dragon stare at him when the eggs were cooking. Nothing on Pepper’s face changed when looked at Boyd, but the look always said to him- “Eat them, she made them” and so he did.
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