Scritch scritch scritch... (Open)

[faylne]

{Would you mind if I jumped in with Glo & Zim? Or is this thread closed now? Just curious.}

[banditfly]

((Of course. If it says “open,” it’s open))

Milkwort frowned unappreciatively at Alfrun’s comments. Nothing that she just said made him feel any better. If anything, he felt worse. A sign of friendship? Like Hiccup? This was terrible! The boy quickly stood up, which surprised Bully and made him pull back suddenly. Jerk was watching them closely with narrowed eyes and a deep frown. A few people nearby in the plaza were watching. Milkwort shifted his gaze around them awkwardly before looking at his dragon again. Bully cocked his head slightly and looked down at the fish and then back at him once. Milkwort retained a tense expression and stepped back.

He didn’t want this. His dragon was trying to be friendly to him? Why? He hated this two-headed menace so much. Why would it ever try to be nice to him? And now of all times. It was bad enough that J-B had come back after attacking Ayamayr and Wolfleg’s dragons. The Zippleback had disappeared that night and Milkwort had hoped it would never come back. Then he could finally have a good excuse to tell his father to allow him to find his own dragon that was smaller and couldn’t fly and wasn’t nearly as destructive. But the dragon had come back and now he was still stuck with it.

But maybe if J-B’s behavior only got worse from here, Milkwort would be able to convince his father that it wasn’t worth it and let him get a new dragon. He couldn’t imagine having to deal with J-B attacking yet another dragon that belonged to someone, but anything would do to show his father that this Zippleback just wasn’t meant for him. Yet here it was, being nice to him; giving him a fish and trying to be “friends.”

Not only that, but Alfrun just compared them to Hiccup and Toothless. If there was one thing Milkwort’s father was dying to see, it was his son growing up to be just like the legendary hero himself. How was he ever going to get a new dragon with this sudden change of attitude?

When he couldn’t take the insufferable silence any longer, Jerk suddenly lunged forward and snatched up the half-a-fish. He gulped it down quickly and let out a gurgling hiss in Milkwort’s direction. Taking control, Jerk then twisted their body around and stomped back toward the bowl, whipping their split tails at their master on the way. Bully hung his head slightly, seeming to be disappointed with the outcome of his offer. Milkwort flinched from the whip, though it didn’t actually hit him, and then sighed. A lot of people were still staring and he felt terrible embarrassed. Without a word or glance at anyone, he started walking down the far side of the plaza furthest from the bowl.

[faylne]

"Zim! Get back here now! No, that's not our house! ZIM! Don't you understand? Get back here!" The new voice was yelling, obviously, but was surprisingly sweet and quiet. As if the natural sing-song tone was still embedded in the angry tone.

And, as if on cue, a Terrible Terror flapped in, a boot in his smirk-lined jaws. This was a difficult task for him, seeing as how he was a bit smaller than the other dragons of his species. His scales were green, with tints of magenta and black barely seen. Giggling to himself, he continued on, thinking he had won.

After the dragon came a long-legged Viking, around sixteen years or so. Even with her running form, she was awfully slow. She hated running, one of her weaknesses. She wore a long-sleeved fur vest, complete with a hood. It wasn't closed up at the moment, and underneath was a plain white shirt. Her pants were the normal, as were her boots. Well, one boot. The other one was in her dragon's mouth.

Not paying attenion to where she was going, the girl crashed into Milk on accient. "Oof!"

[/i] she mustered as she hit the ground, looking to see who she had run into. "O-Oh! S-Sorry! I was chasing after my dragon..." She wasn't good at talking, and it showed.

Zim, however, saw what had happened. His human was probably hurt, all because of this... meatsack! Hovering over Milk's head, he dropped his owner's other boot, landing it squarely on his target. "That's what you get, pitiful HUMAN!" he hissed victoriously. With a satisfied smirk, he glided over to Glo's brown-haired head and landed, curling up happily.

Glo reached up and removed the Terrible Terror from her head, cradling him in one arm. Using the reach over and grab her other boot, she slipped it back on. She remained how she was for a moment before helping herself up, looking back down at Milkwort. "S-Sorry," she managed again, her voice even softer than last time she had spoken. The teenager looked down to her sleeping dragon with venomous green eyes, staring softly.

"Glo speaking."
"Zim speaking (in Dragonese, of course.)"
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[banditfly]

Milkwort's thoughts were too smothered in his little gray cloud of depression to notice the girl before she plowed into him. He staggered froward and managed to catch himself on a crate of fish outside of a shop before he could hit the ground. His mind instantly jumped to the assumption that it was J-B who had just rammed into him, as such a dirty move was not at all beyond the troublesome dragon, and he spun around angrily, opening his mouth to give a loud retort.

Seeing the girl on the ground made him freeze in place. He had to stare at her for a moment before it settled in that the Hideous Zippleback had nothing to do with this incident and there was no need for anger. At least, until a boot fell on his head from above thanks to an angry little Terrible Terror. Milkwort rubbed his head, glaring at the small dragon at it flew over to the girl. Even small dragons could be unpleasant. He was quite sick of them altogether at this point.

Milkwort turned his back toward the girl as he slowly connected her face to a student in his class. What was her name...? Glowworm? Oh, of course. He remembered seeing her in the back of class, not saying much to anyone. She was a little odd sometimes. But that didn't bother him. If anything, it made him feel better that he wasn't the only weird, socially inept kid in the class. Not only that, but her dragon was quite the troublemaker, as well. Though they did get along some, at least...

Milkwort's cold exterior dissolved as he found himself on common grounds with the girl. He turned to face her again as he got up. "No, it's fine. I should have been paying attention," he mumbled. He tried not to look at the dragon in her arms as it stared hatefully at him. For once he wasn't feeling awkward or uncomfortable talking to someone, distracted by the many troubled thoughts in his head and array of emotions he was going through. "Did you get hurt?" He looked her up and down. She didn't seem hurt. Still, dragons were pretty good at hurting others, whether they meant to or not.