[ she's still kind of just looking at the page for a bit, but eventually she sits up again, pulling both hands free so she can figure out the best way to pick the dragon up off the page without it freaking out. so, two hands. she's not sure how much of her imagination actually goes into the personalities of the animals she draws, but she sure he focusing on some pretty specific traits. calm, but playful. tough, but obedient. above all else, please protect Stiles. ]
When I pull him off the page, he's going to want to be claimed by me, initially. But if you let him see your fire powers, you'll sweep him right off his little dragon feet, I promise.
[ not that she's giving him much time to think about it, because her fingers sink into the page pretty quick after that, and when they pull back out, she's holding the dragon around its middle, letting it plop down on the desk right on top of the now blank page he came off of. he looks sleepy, like he was just woken up, but Rachel doesn't hesitate before tucking her finger under his chin, lightly scratching. the little dragon stretches out his wings and flicks his tail, but otherwise just tips his head up and shuts his eyes, intent on feeling out that chin scratch for all its worth ]
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[ she's still kind of just looking at the page for a bit, but eventually she sits up again, pulling both hands free so she can figure out the best way to pick the dragon up off the page without it freaking out. so, two hands. she's not sure how much of her imagination actually goes into the personalities of the animals she draws, but she sure he focusing on some pretty specific traits. calm, but playful. tough, but obedient. above all else, please protect Stiles. ]
When I pull him off the page, he's going to want to be claimed by me, initially. But if you let him see your fire powers, you'll sweep him right off his little dragon feet, I promise.
[ not that she's giving him much time to think about it, because her fingers sink into the page pretty quick after that, and when they pull back out, she's holding the dragon around its middle, letting it plop down on the desk right on top of the now blank page he came off of. he looks sleepy, like he was just woken up, but Rachel doesn't hesitate before tucking her finger under his chin, lightly scratching. the little dragon stretches out his wings and flicks his tail, but otherwise just tips his head up and shuts his eyes, intent on feeling out that chin scratch for all its worth ]
Hey there, buddy.