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10.Feb.12, 10:28 AM
This time, there was no wide-eyed shocked expression but there was a squeaked out curse that sounded just before his back hit the water and any other complaints or indignant notes were lost beneath the surface. Was a dragon seriously trying to drown him while being a cheeky brat at the same time? It was like Larrikith was a dragon-form of himself. Valerian would have smiled at that thought if it wasn’t for the whole being pinned under water portion of the entertainment. Actually, that wasn’t even entirely true, he realized seconds later when a wiggle attempt at freedom proved it was far easier than it should have been if the Larrikith was serious in her attempt to hold him under. Without another thought, Valerian continued his wriggling with arms and legs flailing about to help him swim away from the submerged head. At least he could say he got a dragon’s head under the water?
Gasping and sputtering as he surfaced, Valerian’s glare travelled between Larrikith and B’jin, though it was momentarily lost beneath the wet mess of wavy hair matted to his face. He quickly brushed it back and continued the glaring before sighing and shaking his head at the insanity he had managed to bring into his life. “Yes, Larrikith, like that,” he finally replied to the green’s taunting in a flat, sarcastic drawl. While he was still adored the dragon, the initial mesmerizing affect she had on him had definitely passed and it seemed like the most natural thing in the world to be tormented by the green beast. It was why instead of back-pedalling to get away from the odd pair and the water, Valerian moved closer and addressed B’jin for the first time in quite a while.
“How do I get up there?”
Gasping and sputtering as he surfaced, Valerian’s glare travelled between Larrikith and B’jin, though it was momentarily lost beneath the wet mess of wavy hair matted to his face. He quickly brushed it back and continued the glaring before sighing and shaking his head at the insanity he had managed to bring into his life. “Yes, Larrikith, like that,” he finally replied to the green’s taunting in a flat, sarcastic drawl. While he was still adored the dragon, the initial mesmerizing affect she had on him had definitely passed and it seemed like the most natural thing in the world to be tormented by the green beast. It was why instead of back-pedalling to get away from the odd pair and the water, Valerian moved closer and addressed B’jin for the first time in quite a while.
“How do I get up there?”
