scattered-scientist:

[ * He’s perfectly aware Flaps can’t understand a word. So why..? ]

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y̢̦͖̭̗͖̻o̺̬̤̩̝̖̭u’̴͙͕̤̰͉l̼̬͙̹̥̠l̀ ̻̪h̫͕̳͔̖̙̦a̝͍͖̟v̨̟̙e͏̲̳̦͉̬̦
̶̘̮͎̩̗t̵͚̞̬̳o̭̰ ̞͈͇͓d̡͚̱̮̩̤̝̬ọ̭́ ̛̜̣͍b͈̩̰̖̮ḙ̫̣̺̗͟ṱ̴̹̮̺͕ͅt̩e͇͔̖͖̖r̰̹̯͞
̥̖̮͎͝t̟̼̻̠̝͟h̡̻̹͔̞ą̳͔n͔̘ ̧̝̻̣̙t̫̯̫̱̀ẖ͍͡a̷͙͚̘t̖̝̤̭̦͈͙ ̩̖͚͉̙t͔͖o̬͇̣͍̹͎
̪͎͍̲̟͉ͅk̪̭̮̮̮̼e̷̠͕̬̮ȩ̠̫͖̗̹̟̮p͖̙̙̺͉͠ͅ ̪̣̳ͅͅm̨̦̯̥̭̤e̠̖
̢̟͍̩̱̟a̛̰̩͕͍̬͖͈w̙̻͖̘̘͝a͍̠̞̭̩y̕.̷

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[ * Yikes. When did that happen? ….Anyway, even though that bone got batted away, there’s another one just like it in his hands, continuing to jab. This time, he’s aiming for one specific spot on the side of Flaps’ face. ]

[ * He makes a sound similar to hissing, except it’s mostly harsh radio static and audio glitches. ]

📝 [Wha tha’ fuck……]

📝 [He Stands, Finally, looming far over Pathos, his lips curling back in a proper snarl. Hey, Bud, Can You Maybe Back Off??? He’s definitely not happy, his tail lashing against the ground – but still no move to actually outright attack.]

📝 [He lets out a big hiss himself, though. An Angee Boi…. But probably not angee enough, for Pathos’ liking. Right?]

scattered-scientist:

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GOOD̡ MÓRNI͝NG̕. ͘HO̴P̢E̵ Y̴O͝U̧ SL̸ĘP͡T W͝E͏LL. ̴ACT͏U̶A̢L͜LY͞,̛ I ̀D̴ON̶’T REAL̕LY C̛A͟RE.̧

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[ * He wields the bone like a spear, jabbing at the closer soft parts; the neck, throat, belly, side of the face- this annoyance is quickly becoming a full onslaught in attempt to irritate and provoke. ]

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A͞R͟E YO͝U͘ ͢J̀UST ͢GOI̵NG ŢO ͢L͏A̴Y ̷THE̵R̶E͡ A͟N͞D ̸TA̧K̷E ͟IT͜
ĻIĶE̶ S̸OM͏E ́SO͝R̴T O͏F P͏A̶TH̢ÉT̡IC B̛E͡AST͟? ̴MĄY͞B̡E͠ I
S̶H̷O̢ULD͟N҉’T HAVE͢ ̨DO͡UBT҉ED́ Y̸O̷U̡.

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[ * Who is he talking to, exactly? ]

📝 [Uh, Ow? He gets snarly pretty quickly – he swipes at the other with an outstretched paw, aiming to knock the club out of his hands. Not an outright attack quite yet, but it’s clear he’s getting annoyed.]

📝 [Who IS he talking to, though? Surely he knows that Flaps isn’t capable of understanding anything…..]

scattered-scientist:

[ * He just a no-good rowdy boy- ]

[ * It’s time for a good ol’ bone to the face. He summons one, and although it is magic based, it’s more solid this time around- probably meant solely for poking and/or bashing. Without mercy or sympathy for the other’s situation, he sharply jabs it in the direction of Flaps’ face in attempt to wake him up. ]

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WA͜K҉EY̛ ҉WAK̀EY,̡ ̕MIS͞T̷ER D̨RA͟ǴON̷.

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I̛’VE ̀G̷O̢T ͏A B̀ON̸E ͢T̛O҉ ̛PÍC͟K͟ WIT̵H YOU̴.͡

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[ * Not so loud; we don’t want to disturb the guard dog quite yet. ]

📝 [REALLY NAUGHTY!!!]

📝 [That earns him a rather big, growly whine as Flaps is so rudely jolted awake. He’s quick to recoil, a paw covering his snoot – and he peers down at Pathos, glowering slightly. He evidently doesn’t recognize the other at all, but he isn’t moving to attack quite yet….]

📝 [He just looks Deeply upset by this. How Could You? Please Explain Yourself?]

scattered-scientist:

[ * Well now, ain’t that convenient. And a new narrator as well! This is gonna be fun. ]

[ * Something deep within is gnawing at him, like this isn’t the best idea in the world. It might not be, but he’s not one to turn down a good time. He’s a bit surprised to see Room sleeping; doesn’t this mean that they’re just resting? It’s possible he’ll get kicked out as soon as he provokes Flaps… Hm. ]

[ * Either way, he’s off to go searching, and because the narrator isn’t the best at picturing locations and directions, it pleads with the fellow new narrator to guide our misguided protagonist here to his destination fairly quickly. ]

📝 [Ain’t it just. Hopefully it is fun!]

📝 [You’re a naughty boy, Pathos, but since I’m so kind…. I’ll give you this one.]

📝 [Right to the right of the door is a staircase – it sounds like a loud rumbly snoring coming from down there. It should be fairly easy to find his way to the sleeping dragon, following the sound down.]

📝 [When he IS found, it’s clear that he is indeed fast asleep. All curled up in the corner…. He looks pretty peaceful, really. You sure you wanna do this, bud….]