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02 September 2010 @ 10:43 pm
[There's a vague commotion in the bay. A vague commotion in the form of a very displeased, very disoriented, and very disgruntled dragon.]

[Toothless had, for the record, been minding his own business when he realized he wasn't in Berk anymore. And now he was splashing about and making a terrible racket and fighting his way to the shores of the island in a most irritated fashion. The water was too warm for home, everything smelled wrong, and most importantly he was lacking a particularly important extension of his being.]

[And that simply would not do.]

[His journal appears to be recording this anyway, though he's not even entirely aware of the thing. It's somewhere on his back, so the view is periodically obscured by water until he gets to the shore and starts to shake himself dry.]

[[ooc; By the way I suck at intro posts. Anyway, welcome Toothless! He's a relatively friendly creature, though if you don't have fish and you're not Hiccup he's gonna take a bit to warm up to you. Give him time, I promise he won't bite. =DD]]
hasnoteefs on September 3rd, 2010 07:14 pm (UTC)
[Book or otherwise, you still sound like you, Hiccup. Toothless wouldn't mistake that nasal sarcastic drone of yours for anyone.]

[Of course watching the awkward angle that the journal gets set at causes Toothless to tilt his head at an equally awkward angle, trying to keep the view straight (as opposed to, you know, nudging the book sideways). Hiccup, my dear little Nerd Viking, what on earth are you doing.]

[Though he does give a sort of affirmative grunting sound to the request. Hold there-- that means the book, right? You want me to hold the book. And ...you'll come find me. Okay. I can handle that.]

[Brb, picking up the journal and standing very, very still. We are hunting wabbits.]