when I'm at the mall, security just can't fight them all
And when I'm at the beach, I'm in a speedo trying to tan my cheeks
And when I'm at the beach, I'm in a speedo trying to tan my cheeks
The lightning bugs having largely dispersed, Pip sniffs imperiously at Nova's hand before ultimately determining that yes, she will permit the human to stroke her fur, but only because she is a magnanimous and benevolent flying spaghetti monster. She has just begun to assume the position (aka offer up her belly) when the array of questions is peppered out, the final of which has poor Pip hissing in righteous indignation, a huff of smoke exhaled at Nova before she quickly scramble-flies away.
She alights on Koa just as he crests the hill, chattering her displeasure at the idea of being shorn into her flustered bonded's face. "Oi, Pip, quit it,, nobody's touching you!" Koa half-snaps, half-soothes, waving a hand to disperse the smoke forming from Pipsqueak's nose.
To Nova he turns, quite thoroughly bemused. Few are they who manage to get Pipsqueak in such a tizzy, though Koa isn't entirely sure he can blame the dragon her reaction. Raising a weighted arm to slow the blonde, he shakes his head to clear his thoughts. "So I think that's a no to cutting her fur," he says wryly, raising a brow at the girl. "I'm Koa. This is Pip. Do you mind promising not to trim her? I don't think she'll dislodge otherwise." His voice is a little muffled: Pip has now thoroughly entwined herself around him like a boa, peeking over the Dragoon's shoulder to fire a hiss Nova's way.
She alights on Koa just as he crests the hill, chattering her displeasure at the idea of being shorn into her flustered bonded's face. "Oi, Pip, quit it,, nobody's touching you!" Koa half-snaps, half-soothes, waving a hand to disperse the smoke forming from Pipsqueak's nose.
To Nova he turns, quite thoroughly bemused. Few are they who manage to get Pipsqueak in such a tizzy, though Koa isn't entirely sure he can blame the dragon her reaction. Raising a weighted arm to slow the blonde, he shakes his head to clear his thoughts. "So I think that's a no to cutting her fur," he says wryly, raising a brow at the girl. "I'm Koa. This is Pip. Do you mind promising not to trim her? I don't think she'll dislodge otherwise." His voice is a little muffled: Pip has now thoroughly entwined herself around him like a boa, peeking over the Dragoon's shoulder to fire a hiss Nova's way.
Koa Carpenter
We headed to the bar, baby don't be nervous
No shoes, no shirt, and I still get service
No shoes, no shirt, and I still get service
