paradisalost | first lesson;

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first lesson;

[ Dictated; after the sounds of things crashing and breaking are done with... ]

Wh—what's going on?! Timon?! Pumbaa! Where are you guys?

[ There are even more sounds now, little paws scrambling about, things being knocked over, claws scratching at the walls, windows, and door. ]

This isn't funny, you guys! Where did you put me? Let me out of here! Is this some sort of test?! I thought we were friends already! ...Oh wait, then does that mean I'm failing? I'm not supposed to panic, right?

Okay, okay! Hakuna Matata! I'm fine. Keep me in here as long as you want, I'll definitely pass! [ A beat, then more quietly. ] I wonder if there's any food in here... This is a really weird looking cave.

[ ooc; Lion cub in the lobby, if you wanna run into him! Dictated as well. It's not like he can open doors... ]

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[ The lack of a real answer is frustrating, and he bounds over a bit closer. Are those...wings? Like a bird? ]

Well can you at least tell me where I am?

[They might a little hard to make out, being black just like the rest of his body, and being folded so nicely and neatly against his sides, but yes! They are wings, and it's one of his favorite features about himself.

When he speaks, it's heavily accented with growls and hums. His voice box clearly was never meant for speaking.]

Cah-sul.

Huh?

[Oh, was he not clear? Talking when you're not meant to is hard! He makes some silly facial expressions as he tries his hardest to make it sound right.]

Cahhss-ssel.

Oh, yeah. I've heard that one. That doesn't mean anything to me, though!

What are you, anyway?

[A deep, rumbling sort of noise comes from his throat before he responds.]

Drah-gahn.

Dragan?

[ He doesn't know what that is, either. With a shrug, he hops closer and leans up to peer at it, since it doesn't seem too dangerous. ]

Are you from here?

[Oh, well, since you've done him the favor of getting closer, he'll ignore your question so he can lean down and sniff the cub. And, wow, what an amazing scent! He's never been in a tropical forest before, so he can only paint it with the scents on the lion.

Guys from outer space and other planets were cool too, but finding an animal from a completely different biome, now that was awesome.]

[ Yeah, he can't even...begin to describe what this scaly thing smells like! Then again, everything here smells weird, and it's all blending together. He's not even used to stone buildings. ]

You don't talk a lot, huh? Are there other...dragans here?

[Pretty much a perfect picture of Toothless, when he came in.

Except he was 100% wild beast, so his protests were a bit more... violent.

He pulls away at the question, a bit of a disdainful snort leaving him. There is Spike, but apparently he's in full-on jerk mode, and Toothless isn't sure what's going on with that. None-the-less, he gives a tentative nod.]

[ Yeah this guy reminds him of a crocodile, sort of, only...bigger. ]

What's your name?

[simba why are you talking to something that reminds you of an animal that could eat you in one gulp??]

Thoof-lesth.

[You're pretty much expending the nightfury's limited vocabulary, here. which, y'know. he doesn't really care to speak in the first place, but he's humoring you, strange feline thing.]

[ BECAUSE HE JUST DANCED AND SANG WITH A BUNCH OF CROCODILES NOT LONG AGO... He's royalty what do you expect. ]

Thoofleth?

[ Ahah that's your name now suck it up. ]

I'm Simba!

[so talent

ARE YOU MAKING FUN OF HIS LISP CUB...... actually no he doesn't care, because it's not like he's proud of the name or whatever, and he can barely pronounce the thing himself!]

Drah-gahn.

[He's repeating himself in hopes that, one way or another, Simba will tell him what he is. The last person he saw who looked remotely like Simba was Meowth, and even then, the differences were obvious and many.]

[ He just tilts his head. He's not really getting it, but he's also used to everyone knowing what a lion is. This is the first place he's been to where so many were clueless!

Also he just doesn't get that Toothless actually has trouble speaking. He's just assuming he doesn't like doing it much. ]

Yeah, you already said that.

[DO YOU UNDERSTAND FACIAL EXPRESSIONS SIMBA.

Because you are getting this face right now.]

Wow you look like Zazu right now!

[ Wait. ]

Oh that's his annoyed face. What'd I do?

[what the hell is a zazu? but nevermind that. Toothless just kind of rolls his eyes and gives up for the moment, because screw it, talking is hard.

He finally steps off the couch, shaking his head a bit. When he's on the ground, he's actually as big as the couch itself.]

[ He scrambles back a bit to get out of the way, then hops up onto the couch. HAH WE'RE EYE-LEVEL NOW. He can see the wings better this way, too. ]

Can you fly?

[Toothless watches the movements of the young cub. He was coordinated, sure, but 'grace' didn't really come to mind with the way he was scrambling like that.

He gives a pleased, affirmative sound at that! He looks back at his tail, flexing the fins. If Simba follows his line of sight, he might notice that one of the fins doesn't look very organic. There's even a shine where the gears work to respond to Toothless' muscles in his tail.]

[ Yeah he notices, but since this is the first time he's seen one, he doesn't recognize it might not be natural. The whole thing's pretty weird, to him! ]

Like no bird I've ever seen... You're probably pretty close to the top of the food chain where you're from, huh? Let me see your teeth!

[Oh, he's going to like this. Toothless lowers his head to about the little cub's height, then opens his mouth. It almost seems suspiciously bare of any teeth!

But then...]

[shing!]

[ It honestly shocks him enough that it makes him jump, but then he's just all sorts of impressed and googly-eyed, paws dancing a bit playfully. ]

Wh—whoa! That's amazing! Ohhh, Toothless, I get it!

[Toothless gives a pleased growl as he closes his mouth, letting his teeth recede into his gums.]

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first lesson;

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eeeeeee sorry for late ;__; 1/2

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