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 Posted: Fri Sep 04, 2009 1:09 pm
“She was hatched in this room and spends most of her time here.” Actually, a better description would be ‘she spends all of her time with me and I have no social life’, but Cordel wanted to look on the bright side of things. Or at least he didn’t want to admit anything.
Tribble melted. No, really. It looked like the firelizard’s legs had turned into jelly and she simply collapsed. But, judging by the contented purring, this was a good thing. Sure, she sort of looked like a green slug since her legs were tucked under her, but she was a happy one! Her half-lidded eyes whirled with contented and peaceful green, nearly matching her hide.
But there was a problem, she realized in her little firelizard mind. Tribble abruptly stood up and shook herself off, spreading some droplets of the oil across the desk. Then she flopped down on her back, only careful enough to avoid squishing her own wings.
Cordel smiled. There was no way he could resist a smile. “It depends on the firelizard. Some have very dry skin and others don’t. Tribble here is pretty typical. Don’t worry about using too much oil; it won’t harm them.”
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Posted: Fri Sep 04, 2009 2:23 pm
Goodness! She felt like she was being oiled too with that silly little spray! But It seemed she had ever the willing 'victim' to her amateur job, so that made things feel a touch better to her. Then again, Tribble seemed to be the sort that was easy to please as long as you gave offerings of food or scritches.
Funny how some of the flitt-specie was so fond of such attentions. But it seemed, in due time, that Tribble would offer Shala the solution to what she was missing on the happy little mushy-flitt and her happiness; the belly. It was like a terran dog going 'RUBZPLZ' (not that she knew anything about the comparison), and the kitchen worker was far too happy to oblige her.
Rub rub rub rub.
"I bet she makes great company." she mused out loud, rubbing one finger against the bottom of Tribble's chin, before working on the rest of the firelizard's belly. All to willing to let other's know what she wanted, this one.
If it had been up to Shala, she may have just kidnapped Tribble away all for herself.
Mwa ha ha ha!
..... Probably wouldn't have lasted very long. But with her limited interactions, she was smitten (now to find excuses to come and visit the little green some more. Hmmmmm). "Is she this pleasant with everybody?"
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Posted: Tue Sep 22, 2009 10:11 am
Ha! Judging from this, Cordel had to wonder if he’d ever get Tribble back. Thankfully, the firelizard was loyal, if a bit shy. It was nice to see her warming up to someone who wasn’t Cordel, La, or another firelizard. Actually, another firelizard wouldn’t be that bad, he reflected. The only flit Tribble had lots of contact with was Menalia, and the Bronze was simply too big and boisterous for the quiet little Green. “It’s nice having her around during those slow hours of updating files,” he admitted. Better than having another Menalia around begging for attention and food.
“She’s normally much shier than this. She likes you.”
Yes! Tribble fully approved of Shala since she didn’t make loud noises, sudden movements, or, failing that, explode. The small flit hummed happily, practically vibrating as she made a purr-like noise.
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Posted: Tue Sep 29, 2009 6:54 pm
Shala certainly HOPED she didn't explode. That would have been rather depressing.. and loud. Yes, the cook rather liked being in one piece.. and she rather liked Tribble. Fjdsl. Her heart had been SO stolen by the little green, it wasn't even funny -- unless you were a bystander. Ah ha ha.
"Well, she could have fooled me by all means." she replied, seeming almost hesitant to pull her hand away from the ever so happy Tribble. BUT ALAS, SHE PROBABLY NEEDED TO. Or else she'd never be able to leave that OH SO CUTE FACE fdjasldfkjsadf.
"If I didn't need to get back to what I had been doing before I snuck a break to get that little egg checked up on, I'd likely stay here longer - at her fault. She's quite sweet."
YES, THAT LITTLE FIRELIZARD WAS SO DAMNED CUTE SHE WAS GOING TO KILL HERSELF FROM IT.asfjaslkdfd. Not literally, but afjlsdkf <33333.
"But I do appreciate you giving me what reassurances you could with so...limited to work with." Not little, but.limited. At least until it hatched. Then she could panic in a whole new light.
AHH! But that'd be a few days still. "It was nice speaking with you."
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Posted: Tue Sep 29, 2009 9:44 pm
“Oh, that’s only because you don’t seem noisy or frightening to her,” Cordel said with a vague wave. “Anyone who is too enthusiastic, noisy, or just too… something, she shies away.” It wasn’t that Tribble was difficult to get along with, exactly. It was just that her list of fears went on and on and she was always ready to run away. Poor little thing. It did her good to meet someone who didn’t terrify her beyond all belief.
It was just such a pity that she had bonded to a man like Cordel, who was rarely calm and collected. Maybe it wasn’t so strange that Tribble turned out to be such a basket case. “It was nice meeting you, Shalaera. And I see Tribble has enjoyed meeting you as well. Good luck with your egg.”
Meanwhile, the small pile of paperwork was just… waiting. Waiting for a chance. It wasn’t stalking, being made out of just hide, but Cordel knew it was simply waiting for a chance. “Out of curiosity, were there any other survivors in the nest? I should take a look at those as well, just to make sure.” After all, it would let him do some good and keep the Dreaded Paperwork away.
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