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Alyx tried canning pears today. The good news is Godfrey didn't spill any more liquids on his circuitry. The bad news is that Hope spent the entire afternoon trying to sneak some pears for herself. The end result is that Alyx is exhausted and Hope is more than a little wound up.

Milliways should be a relatively safe place for the kid to blow off some steam before bedtime, right?

So we have a woman sitting backwards on a barstool so she can watch her daughter go on an Adventure while dressed as a dragon and carrying a dragon plush toy. The kid is probably more amenable to company than her mom.

[ooc: Open until it scrolls but subject to slowtimes in the near future.]

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"Oh, goodness," Autor says, blinking as he surveys the mother and child pair. "It's been a long time since I've seen you two--why, she's all grown up!"

"Rarrr!" Hope grabs the hems of her cape and flaps it menacingly at Autor. The intimidation factor is cut down a bit by the fact that she's clutching her dragon plushie in one hand. And also the fact that she's a two-year-old girl in a yellow cape.

Autor grins--but it's brief, as it's taken over by his throwing his hands up and yelping. "Ah, oh no! It's a dragon!" he says. "Are you going to take me back to your hoard?"

She drops her arms and gives him a Look. "Y' don't hoard people," she says in the tones of someone explaining the blatantly obvious.

Autor leans down to her level, placing his hands on her knees. "You don't?" the boy says, tilting his head in an almost bird-like manner. "I like having a lot of people in my life. What do you hoard then?"

Good question! Hope considers for a moment, before responding: "CANDY!"

Autor nods sagely. "Very wise, little dragon," he says, tapping his chin. He'd offer her some but getting her all sugared up before returning her to her mother just seems mean. "Can you breathe fire? Or do you breathe something else, like water?"

Wise man, Autor. Especially since Alyx brought her here to burn off a sugar buzz in the first place.

"No I don't breathe water," Hope giggles. "That'd make me a fish!"

"Fish don't breathe water," Autor says, grinning at that giggle. "They breathe the air that's leftover in the water, through their gills."

Now he's tempted to get the girl to chase him; she clearly has the energy for it. "What if I were a knight, come to slay you?"

"Then D'agon Daddy would eat you!" she growls, holding up the cyclopean plush toy and waving it at Autor.

"Oh, no! I don't want to be eaten!" the boy says, placing his hands on his cheeks and grinning. "You'll have to catch me first."

And off he jogs, glancing behind him to see if she follows. It's not a fast run, but he does weave around a chair or two.

Hope gallops after him, roaring and giggling in equal measures.

Eventually, after a great deal of goofing around, Autor allows her to catch him, if she likes. "Oh, no!" he says, half-flailing. "She's got me! Whatever shall I do? Back, ye beast!"

With a triumphant roar, the two dragons pounce on the hapless knight, knocking him to the floor.

Edited 2014-10-14 23:16 (UTC)

"Wait--Ah!" Autor yelps, crashing to the hardwood in a manner most undignified, but suited to a knight being tackled by a dragon. He cracks up, laughing for a few moments before reaching up to tickle her.

Oh no, a counterattack! Hope squeals, squirming and flailing in Autor's clutches.

"Bwahaha, I have found your own true weakness! Victory to the knightly order!" Autor cries, tickling her mercilessly.

"No-o-o-o!" Hope tries to swat at Autor with her plush toy.

"Ahh, and it's Dragon Daddy to the rescue!" Autor yelps again, going rigid and then falling back to the floor, arms akimbo. "You've beaten me. I am dead."

"Yeah!" Hope mooshes Dragon Daddy's snout against Autor's midsection, making 'om nom nom' noises.

Autor wiggles under her, placing his knuckles on his forehead in an expression of woe. "Oh, no, I'm being eaten! The thing that I didn't want to happen has happend! Blood and ashes, I've suffered defeat."

Edited 2014-10-15 02:13 (UTC)

Hope stops.

"You're not really dead," she says, a little hesitantly.

Autor sits up a bit, propping himself on his elbows. "Nope," he whispers, grinning. "You've pretend killed me. And good job, too. Dragon Daddy surely must have a full stomach by now."

Gamey as he is.

Hope nods. Then, abruptly, she wraps Autor up in a fierce hug.

What? That's how she always ends her dragon games. Granted, they're usually with her parents or the household robots, but still.

Autor laughs, startled, and wraps his arms around her, squeezing her tight. "Thank you," he says. "I had fun today, Hope. Thank you for playing with me."

"Y'r welcome!" Hope responds promptly.

Alyx finally speaks up. "Okay, I think it's time for this little dragon to go to bed," she says, rising to her feet. "Say goodnight, Hope."

"G'night!" Hope chirps.

Autor grins at her. "Good night!" He stands and brushes off his sleeves, wandering off as if he hadn't just been waylaid by a two-year-old.

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