[Action] ~ There's a Totodile in the Clinic.

[atadiscoverer]

[Here's something for you, Paradisa.

There's a small, blue croco-thingy curled up on the desk of Dr. Carson Beckett. And it's fast asleep.

It's also curled around Dr. Beckett's journal rather protectively and has a pen clasped in one paw.

What do?]

((OOC: Totodile loss! Completely open, have at him!))

Comments

[doublethefun]

Thou wishest to become friends with a human?

[atadiscoverer]

[A low, frustrated growl. He grabs a pen and pad, drawing two lines and holds them up next to him, pointing at the person, then the sign, then himself.

Human = Carsondile.]

[doublethefun]

Thou...wishest to become human?

['cause you're definitely a small crocodilian at the moment, not a human.]

[atadiscoverer]

[A fact he's painfully aware of, thank you.

Lets try another tactic. He points at the name on the journal, then the sign. Then the person. Then the name, then the sign, then himself. Then the person, then the sign, then himself.

Carson Beckett = Human, Carson Beckett = Carsondile, therefore Carsondile = human.

Get it, please. ;-;]

[doublethefun]

Carson Beckett is that human and thou also sharest the same name -

[...headtilt] Nay. Thou art human.

[atadiscoverer]

[Yes. YES! Excuse him, he's just going to jump up and down.]

Totototototodile! Totodile!

[doublethefun]

[stars and moon, he is so cute.

She speaks again when he has settled down a bit.]

Perhaps we should make a sign for thee.

[atadiscoverer]

[He can't help but give into the urges to be... well, a Totodile.]

Toto?

[A sign?]

[doublethefun]

Unless thou enjoyest playing charades?

[atadiscoverer]

Toto!

[He mimes writing with the pen on his notepad.]