rose: play dress-up

[fluthlu]

[In want of a quiet place to knit, Rose has taken her yarn and her needles into the library this morning, and commandeered a table near the back. She's just finishing up what looks like a tiny, purple sweater, but the recipient of the garment doesn't seem to like it took much.]

Edgar, yarn isn't a digestible material. Please refrain from eating your own clothing.

[A tiny black kitten, who's been rolling around on the table, gently drops the sweater sleeve from his mouth before meowing loudly into the journal and hopping off the table to explore the rest of the library.]

((ooc: open post!))

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[fluthlu]

[Rose is amused by their mutual interest, and peeks over her knitting to keep an eye on them.]

Just try not to eat the poor thing.

[forbiddenfriend]

[Yeah, Toothless doesn't eat.. whatever this is.

He's laid flat on the ground to get a good look at this furry little creature that bared some vague resemblance to him, and now it's crawling onto his head. D'aw.]

[fluthlu]

[Rose has to smile at that, outright.]

Careful, you might send me into a diabetic coma before this afternoon is over.

[forbiddenfriend]

[Toothless lifts his head up at Roses' words, giving a slightly confused noise. Minding the kitten crawling onto his back, he comes over to the girl and croons a greeting.]

[fluthlu]

Good morning to you, too.

[Experimentally, she reaches out to give the dragon's head a small stroke.]

[forbiddenfriend]

[A soft hum comes from him as she does. He gives a small, abrupt noise of surprise, looking backwards as he lifts his wing. What's that kitten doing, crawling around on his wing like that?]

[fluthlu]

[Suddenly a bit worried at how a dragon will react to having something crawling on its wings, Rose takes a couple of steps forward and crouches down to scoop up Edgar.]

That's enough.

[forbiddenfriend]

[Awww. But he stretches his neck and sniffs at the little kitten, and their noses brush.

Spontaneous friendship!]

[fluthlu]

[Right in the feelings! Rose pauses for a moment, looking between the two, and then sets the kitten back down.]

Alright, a dramatic display isn't necessary.

[forbiddenfriend]

[His eyes follow the little kitten for a moment as it dances around him, before a scent catches his attention, and as though someone had suddenly wished up tuna, his head turns abruptly, eyes and pupils wide as he sniffs. He's drawn towards the table, and, in particular, Rose's yarn.

Hey, that smells an awful lot like sheep...]

[fluthlu]

Sorry, but knitting requires opposable thumbs. I don't believe you'd find it very fulfilling.

[She half-smiles as she watches him.]

[forbiddenfriend]

[He noses through the material.

Not a sheep. Huh.

Although he does get it onto his snout and accidentally flips it onto his eyes. He holds his head up and gives a baffled sound.]

[fluthlu]

[Lo and behold, Rose outright laughs at that before reaching over to remove the yarn.]

Excellent work.

[forbiddenfriend]

[He winces a little as the cloth is removed, shaking his head and giving a snort at Rose. His gaze clearly says What are you laughing at, I am a most dignified creature okay.]

[fluthlu]

[No sympathy.]

You remind me of my old cat, do you know that?

[forbiddenfriend]

[He tilts his head skeptically, his gaze shifting towards the little kitten.]

[fluthlu]

[She catches this meaning.]

I did have another one, at home. Quite a long time ago.

[forbiddenfriend]

[He turns his head back to Rose and raises an inquiring note while tilting his head slightly.

He's a dragon; forgive him if the idea of death other than by sword or axe evades him.]

[fluthlu]

... Do you actually understand what I'm saying?

[She watches his face closely for a reaction. This is all a bit absurd to her.]

[forbiddenfriend]

[There's a deep hum that comes from the dragon as he straightens his head, eyes focused back on the girl.

Which is obviously an answer to her question.]