paradisalost | Forty seven

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ruby (lunar)

Forty seven

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[dictated idly as if she's musing to herself]

I can small him out there. He's very close. I don't think.... I wonder if he left because he.... He'd tell me if he wanted me to leave wouldn't he? I wonder how long he'll stay away...

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...Fluffy, are ya talkin' to yerself?

Hey, Fangs.
And why yes, I am.
Enjoy your binge?

Uh-huh.

...Yer huge.

Pardo--- Oh...right. Well I am a dragon, Fangs. We're not supposed to be small. [soft laugh]

Oh.

[Pause, then a soft 'whump', as he totally just fell against her/tried to hug her >:]

...Fluffy dragon.

[a pause then a rustling of feathers as she figures out what he's doing and wraps her wing around the front of them cuz it's the closest to a hug she can do in that form]

Almost always.

...Yer pink. Don't have pink dragons where 'm from. Don't have dragons at all, actually.

I am not! [soft chuckle]

Climb onto my foot.

And are you sure you don't have dragons? They could all just be hiding from you.

Ya are so.

[Pause while he climbs aboard~]

N' I'm pretty sure we don't, unless they're all pretendin' to be cats or something.

Why in the world would they want to do something silly like that?

[she's in the process of depositing him at the base of her neck in front of her wings]

Get a good grip. I don't want you fallin' off.

Dunno.

...Why would I fall off?

Cuz takeoff can be a little rough so ya gotta hang on.

...Takeoff?!

[Yeah, he's holding on pretty damn tight now]

...What if I get airsick?!

FANGS! If you get sick on my fur?! I'm DROPPING you.

[FWOOOOOOOSH FWOOSH FWOOSH yeah that's right wing strokes bitches. The wingbeats quiet down so she's like...gliding toward the castle]

There, that wasn't so bad was it?

[Major pause from Murphy]

I think... I think I'm gonna...

Land land land for the love of God la-!

[Ew. Just... Ew. Dx]

...MURPHY! you did NOT JUST BARF ON ME!!!

[Quietly]

Oh Gawd, m'sorry Fluffy... But I think I kinda did...

. . .

Please don't drop me?

[roar and you can probably imagine her shaking her head vigorously and spewing fire in her horror and rage]
WHAT THE FUCK IS WITH YOU PEOPLE AND BODILY FUNCTIONS ON MY FUR!?

You can kill me later, 'kay?

But I think I really really need to get down now please.

You think I don't fuckin want ya off too?!
[a span of time filled with only cursing then a slamming sound and the cracking of stone. She's clung to the wall outside Murph's window.]

GET OFF, GET OFF, GET OFF!

[No verbal response 'cause he's getting off as quick as he can and running for the bathroom D8]

[a pop]

NO NO NO YOU DON'T!

[the thud of the journal being dropped outside the bathroom and Ruby shooting in after him]

AAAUUUUGH SICK SICK SICK!

[shower starts. Clothes fly]

[Kinda echo-y, as he has his head in the toilet]

Shit, m'sorry Ruby...!

[just the sound of the shower for a couple more minutes then it turns of and there's a plunk of Ruby plopping down next to him]

Fangs.

[pause]

Clean up. We're goin to bed.

...'kay.

Ya aren't gonna kill me, are ya?

I most certainly am gonna kill you. Tomorrow.

Lift your arms up.

[A mumble of agreement, then raising of the arms >:]

[sound of grossed outery as she pulls his shirt off]
Mmkay now up.

[you can assume she's kind of dragging him and his drunk ass up by the arm]

Shower now, got it? ...you're gonna have to take off your own pants unless there's a whole lot more goin on here than I'm aware of.

[Pause while he attempts to regain his balance]

Shower. Yeah.

[Sound of Murph becoming pantless, turning on the shower, and gettin' in]

[Ruby grabbing what she sleeps in and putting it on cuz..naked, yo.]

If you fall'n kill yourself I'll fuckin kill you.

Ya can't kill me if'm dead, moron.

[Shower going off, and Murph getting his shit together and emerging from the bathroom]

Not for three weeks, anyway.

The shit I would do to you, you wouldn't WANNA come back to life.

[bed and blankets sounds]

I'll remember that.

[Whump, as he totally just belly-flopped of his side of the bed]

You'd better.

[mumbling then squirming around]
Night, Fangs.

Uh-huh. Night, Fluffy.

[looooooooooooooooooong pause]

...It's really not your fault.

[Sleepy mumble from Murphy, but nothing else as he's pretty much completely out of it >:]

[thoughtful but sorta pleased 'hm' sound then rustling. Snuggles!!!]

[Sleepy!Murphy goes <3 at snuggles~]

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