last_adam | (no subject)

Oh, is that so? Why, then, you must forgive me.

*Forgive him his statement? Or the fact that he has a hand hovering, about to tickle?*

*Expression stoic, she regards him warily.*

I suppose I must, given what I did earlier.

Hmph.

*A grin crossing his face, he lowers his ~~weapons~~ hands.*

Is that an apology?

Of sorts. Possibly. Though I do not regret even one snowball.

*She catches his hands and smirks, pulling him forward. A second later, she drops them and tickles him.*

Hey!

*He's laughing, though, even as he squirms.*

I should report you. I'm quite close to the head of security, I'll have you know.

Oh? Quite close are you? In distance or something else entirely? *She giggles, tugging on his shirt.* Could be closer.

Okay, I'll stop.

Now.

*Adam can't help but look skeptical.*

How do I know you'll hold to your word?

*Meanwhile, he's pulling the head of security quite close indeed.*

*She kisses him, a satisfied purr working its way up her throat.*

I promise. You're entirely too warm, and I don't want to be knocked off your lap by your helpless flailing.

Nope. You're staying right here.

*It's possible he sounds peacefully smug about this.*

*She blows on her hands to warm them and drops her head on his shoulder, smiling.*

They seem happy, don't they?

Lucy and Caspian? They do. I'm happy for them.

*Lifting her head a little, she kisses his jaw.*

No, though they do, and I am happy for them as well.

But I meant the dragons.

Oh, god.

Now, don't begrudge them happiness just because your underwear has apparently been ritualistically sacrificed.

*Blinking innocently, she smiles.*

It's a sign of affection, really. Maybe.

I don't begrudge them their happiness. I begrudge them-

Okay, first? Promise me. No more pets. Right?

Ever?

*Alarmed, Alanna furrows her brow.*

But what happens if one of them dies?

No, not ever.

*As tempting as it may be to say so.*

But, say, the immediate future. Given nothing happening to any of the current pets.

Unless it's the urchin.

*reasonably* But it's purple.

*Alanna is more than a little suspicious. Therefore she shifts in his lap and looks him in the eye.*

I feel it would be prudent to point out that I am not responsible for the urchin. Or Puff, really, though I welcomed her gladly.

*Because, DRAGON.*

Yes, Adam. I realize we are nearing the breaking point, space wise.

Okay.

Good. Thank you.

Because there's going to be a baby dragon.

*Or two. Or more! Don't tell Adam.*

*Alanna's whole face lights up.*

REALLY?!?! Puff? And Lockheed? Goddess, that's WONDERFUL.

*This is possibly not the reaction Adam was hoping for.*

*quietly*

Alanna.

How long? Do we know how long? Is she okay? Does Kitty know?

*Still beaming, she tugs on his shirt again, effectively rocking him back and forth in her excitement.*

I wonder what color it will be.

*Adam wraps his arms tighter, trying to calm her down. Or at least keep her from fidgiting quite so much.*

Alanna!

Yes?

*She gives him an odd look, then smiles.*

You promised.