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Sheridan had had two goals for his trip to the maul. One was to find a book (or two) he did not yet own and had not read, the other was to buy treats for his cat so that said cat would not destroy said book. The electronic store (which happened to be next to the fabric store) he had stopped at may not have had anything to do with either goal, but that was entirely beside the point. It was an -electronic- store, and they had the new eyepads!

He was currently standing outside the store at the open front counter, looking over the specs on said eyepad and contemplating if there was any way he could convince his parents he needed one. The fact that he already had an eyepad was not keeping him from drooling over the new ones (hey, they had new features his didn't have!). Oh he wanted one, he really wanted one, the twitching of his tail leaving no doubt of that.

Hmm?

Something had caught his attention, his head turning to look for the source of the commotion he was sure he had heard. What he saw caused him to raise a brow. A piece of...cloth tumbling from the entrance of the store next door? O...kay? Did he even want to know what was going on over there?

What the jack was--wait, there was something familiar about the figure that had gone after the fabric. Ah, he remember now, he was taller than the last time (though still shorter than the six and a half foot tall dragon), but there was no forgetting the demon who had tried to EAT HIS TAIL.

The dragon's eyes narrowed, his tail immediately sweeping behind him and away from the demon. Was that a growl? Yes, yes it was, a very faint growl and it was more a warning than it was aggressive. So long as Charlie stayed away from his tail, all would be fine. There would be no need for further growling, sitting on, or anything else for that matter.

"Having trouble?"

And obvious question perhaps, but it sounded better than 'what in jack's name are you doing?'.

It was a good thing Sheridan's tail did not have a life or teeth of its own. If it did, it might have tried to bite Charlie on its own. But fortunately, despite that last flick that might have made one think otherwise, said tail had neither the will or means for such an act.

Instead Sheridan only sighed quietly before bending over to pick up the fallen cloth. It was then that he saw the full scale of the disaster that remained inside the store itself. Well, what remained of the disaster at least, which was now an impressive pile of cloth in the middle of the store floor.

"Is all of that yours?"

What could he possibly need all of that for?

Sheridan rolled his eyes, shaking his head as he approached the pile of clashing fabrics. What a goof, you'd think he'd at least have thought to get a basket to carry them in or something, was there even a basket big enough to carry it all?

"Well, how about you pick out the two you like best then, and we'll put the rest back."

A simple task wasn't it? It shouldn't be too hard to chose a favorite right? I mean really, what would anyone use most of these fabrics for? Dinosaurs, blinding colors, duckies, and what the jack was that? Really? How old was Charlie anyway, five?

"What are you planning to do with fabric anyway?"

If Charlie was looking for fashion advice, he was looking at the wrong dragon. Sheridan's current idea of fashion consisted of cargos and the occasional geeky t-shirt.

The dragon's tail twitched, a glance shot at Charlie from the corner of his eye. Was the whining really necessary, really? Come on, he'd already said he would help.

"Me?"

Sheridan blinked, which one did he like? Well, he probably would have leaned toward a nice dark blue, but there was nothing in that color here--oh, did that one have little rocket ships on it? What? It reminded him of his childhood okay!

Pushing aside said fabric with rocket ships, Sheridan rummaged through the pile before finally pulling out the bright blue fabric. A little bright for his tastes, but it was blue, he'd always been partial to blue.

"This one I guess."

The dragon blinked, raising a brow as he gave Charlie a quizzical look. He could not be serious, right? It's hard to say whether Sheridan was more confused over the fact that one of the fabrics Charlie had shown him had ducks on it, or the fact that he was actually asking Sheridan such a question. Matching really was not his forte, why was Charlie asking him?

"I guess it depends on what you're intending to use it for."

Sheridan scratched his head, his tail twitching curiously. He still did not know the purpose of this fabric. It could have been for curtains, stuffed animals, napkins, or even clothing for all he knew.

"But the black might be nicer...or you could use them both."

Sheridan raised a brow, watching Charlie for a brief moment before his gaze turned to the mess of cloth that was still sprawled across the store floor. Sigh, he was wondering if he should help clean it up, or if--

"Uh, Charlie..."

He had looked up, noticing the demon already walking toward the door. Did he intend to leave the whole mess there on the floor? Wait, had he already made it to the cashier? Sheridan didn't think he was that fast...oh jack.

Looking up, he had noticed the clerk standing in the doorway, most emphatically blocking Charlie's path. This was not going to end well was it, he really hoped he did not regret offering to help the demon...

Maybe if he helped clean up the mess he wouldn't get in trouble as well.