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[petriedino.livejournal.com]

The door opens and Petrie flies in.

And is rather startled to find himself dressed in a tutu, with a lovely pair of extra wings.

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[iwasalevel6.livejournal.com]

And the funeral march plays for the demise of Anthony's brain.

[petriedino.livejournal.com]

Petrie doesn't notice him staring, sadly. He would if he talked, though.

[iwasalevel6.livejournal.com]

And luckily, Anthony had a delayed reaction!

"What the fuck is that?!"

It came complete with narrowed eyes and grand gestures to emphasize the f-word.

[petriedino.livejournal.com]

Petrie swivels his head to look at him, blinking.

"A flier?"

[iwasalevel6.livejournal.com]

And the flying thing with four wings and a tutu talks!

"...is that some kind of fucked up house decoration?"

[petriedino.livejournal.com]

He's not visibly attached to anything, so that would be a no.

Blink.

[iwasalevel6.livejournal.com]

"What are you?"

Well, if the thing could talk, might as well ask it questions.

[petriedino.livejournal.com]

"A flier. I told you."

[iwasalevel6.livejournal.com]

"You look morel ike a flying children's duster than a...whatever the fuck you consider a 'flier'."

[petriedino.livejournal.com]

He's a pterodactyl, duh.

"What is a duster?"

[iwasalevel6.livejournal.com]

"Something you get dust off with."

[petriedino.livejournal.com]

"...off what?"

[terror-soars.livejournal.com]

Terrorsaur hops around the bar in his beast mode, looking for Security. It might have something to do with the bruises he's sporting.

He manages to spot the little flier. He tilts his head and, his green eyes narrowed at Petrie.

[petriedino.livejournal.com]

Petrie spots him, yelps in terror, and hides.

[terror-soars.livejournal.com]

Terrorsaur is surprised.

But accepts it easily enough. His toothy beak quirks into a grin.

He hops towards Petrie's hiding place, wings spread and wing-hands reaching outward. Horror movie style.

[petriedino.livejournal.com]

Big male raptors are known to eat baby raptors, sometimes. And Terrorsaur isn't one of Petrie's family.

He cowers.

[terror-soars.livejournal.com]

Terrorsaur makes a show of passing by Petrie's cowering form, of letting his wings relax and letting himself look disappointed that he somehow managed to miss the dactyl....

Before whirling around, wings flared and screeching, "BOO!" at Petrie.

[petriedino.livejournal.com]

Petrie shrieks.

[terror-soars.livejournal.com]

Terrorsaur throws back his head and cackles.

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

Cue the appearance of Security, in the form of Faith, wearing her badge and carrying the shiny killing stick, the blade of which is shoved between Terrorsaur's face and Petrie's.

"Hey, Petrie. You OK?"

[petriedino.livejournal.com]

He's shivering.

"S-scared."

[terror-soars.livejournal.com]

Terrorsaur pulls his head away from the the blade, swallowing audibly, to blink up at Faith. Definitely surprised.

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

Faith eyes Terrorsaur and changes her grip on the killy stick, swiping at him with it.

"Go away. Leave him alone."

[terror-soars.livejournal.com]

Terrorsaur's got strong instincts of self-preservation. He yelps and scrambles inelegantly back from the scythe blow, then scrampers off.

Grumbling under his breath.

[petriedino.livejournal.com]

Petrie ventures out, nervously.