paradisalost | - forty-third year waiting -

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rory williams

- forty-third year waiting -

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How does everyone plan on celebrating Christmas here? Has the castle ever had a, uh--a normal one?

Last year--the only one I've spent here--it was mental. Literally. Everyone had these really... vivid dreams, and I think we could, you know, dream-hop or something. Visit other peoples' dreams. And then--[sigh]--the castle turned into a Jane Austen novel or something, and it all ended when everyone turned into these tiny toy versions of ourselves inside a dollhouse or something, and we all got chased out by giant rats. I think. I just remember a lot of running.

Is something nice and normal and, well... normal too much to ask for? Just a plain regular Christmas?

[Rory is currently in the library looking at picture books, trying to get ideas for Christmas decorations and tree trimmings for his and Amy's room to wish for. A half-forgotten mug of hot coca is sitting on a nearby table. Come join him!]

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((Ahah, you're not the only one.))

[A small trill comes from Toothless as he looks at Rory with big, innocent eyes. He did what now?]

((and it continues -_-))

Oh, no. No. You see that? [points at the cocoa, still dripping off the table and onto the floor. He quickly wishes some heavy-duty paper towels into existence and starts mopping it up, moving the books out of the way and setting the mug rightside-up] You knocked my mug over.

[pause, then mumbles]

Why am I even bothering talking to an animal. [swats gently at it, as it's in the way of his cleaning] Budge over a bit.

[He blinks, looking at the remains of the drink.

But..... it was hot... ):

A curt, disgruntled croon comes from him when he's ushered out of the way, a small snort coming from him. You could even say it was an offended snort.]

[still irritated, but somewhat gentler in tone: it IS a cute little dragon-thing after all]

Hey... I'm not the one who knocked it over.

[stands up straight and looks around for a rubbish bin]

[Meanwhile, because Toothless apparently hasn't learned, he goes back over to the table, putting his forelegs up on it as he cautiously sniffs the offending liquid before trying it.

A very pleased croon comes from him as he begins to lick it off the table with vigor.]

[Rory looks around at it from where he's found a bin and is tossing the sodden paper towels away]

Hey... should you really be, uh, licking that?

[He pauses for a moment, looking at Rory almost like he was a small child caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

Except, you know. Instead of taking his hand out and running away, Toothless just keeps on eating. That is to say, licking the delicious sugary liquid up.]

[blinks, then shrugs and asks the castle for a few more paper towels]

Well... at least it's getting cleaned up one way or another.

[comes over and starts mopping at the floor, glancing up at the dragon every now and then]

Taste good, fella?

[He sits up, smacking his lips after having lapped up the last of the drops. He seems almost eerily calm.

And then, of course, he suddenly jumps off table so quickly that it shakes, and darts under Rory's legs.

So now, Rory has a little dragon on a sugar-high. Should be fun.]

[fun. Heh. Right. Fun.]

Woah!

[twists and sits hard on his ass trying to turn and see where the little dragon went. He grimaces in pain and a little bit of embarrassment]

What's gotten into you?

[You mean besides all the sugar he just ingested??

Toothless stops when he hears Rory making words at him, body crouched in a playful position as he looks at the man with wide eyes.

And then he proceeds to tear away again (literally, tearing up the carpet on the floor).

For a young guy, he's pretty coordinated to keep up with his legs at a speed like that.

except... not his direction, as he bumps hard into a bookshelf and..... now it's teetering........]

[eyes widen at the destruction of the carpet]

Woah, fella, you're really excited--

[and then his eyes REALLY widen as the bookcase totters, and he gets quickly to his feet]

Oh... oh blimey... um--

[he looks wildly around, and--obviously--seeing no one, runs to the bookcase to try and steady it]

[The bookcase is stopped! Although some books unceremoniously fall onto Rory anyway. Toothless promptly tears away again, into some of the halls created by the bookshelves.

Clearly, this can only end in tears.]

[whatever, it's almost in tears right NOW. Some of the books had dropped on Rory's head, and his eyes are stinging with a few tears of pain. It's smarting rather badly]

OW!

[grumbling to himself, he makes sure the bookcase is indeed steady before bending over to pick up one of the fallen books, rubbing his head as he does. When he stands back up, the dragon is gone]

Hey! Where'd you go? This bookcase could have fallen on me, you know!

[Sorry, Rory, Toothless is kind of completely oblivious to the world around him. He's just a ball of energy as he dashes through the library, bumping into things and knocking books over, making tables wobble, and so on.

For a solitary moment, he comes to a sudden stop, looking at Rory with wide eyes.]

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