Going to Mayfield!

[hasteeth]

A. Action | The Park

[ RAUGH THERE IS NOT NEAR ENOUGH ROOM IN THIS TOWN FOR A DRAGON.

But Toothless is making do.

Right now he's tromping around the park. There's gotta be a lake somewhere around here, right? And where there's a lake, there's fish.

Proceed with caution, this dragon is aggravated. ]



B. Action | Home

[ Now he's lurking around the yard. The silly people in the house won't let him inside. But he's totally an inside dragon. Or he'd like to have that option, anyway.

Whatever, outside is cool, too. He's just going to try to climb in this tree because why not. ]

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[action, home]

[demonhunting]

[A few minutes later, somebody's shooed the drones out. Sam is starting to get a little freaked out by the way they just smile so vacantly at him, and so far nothing works on them--not silver, not salt, and he's pretty sure by now that holy water won't work either.

And before you ask, yes, he's salted the doors and windows. Nothing works, except sending them out, which he has just done.

Toothless is now free to come inside, though Sam is currently unaware that he's outside at all.]

[hasteeth]

[ Oh.

Inside, you say?

Don't mind him, he's just going to tromp his way through the front door and try not to break things. The door frame probably sustains some damage, though. Whoops.

So now there's a dragon in the living room.

What do? ]

[demonhunting]

[Good God WHAT WAS ALL THE RACKET ABOUT. Sam's hand darts towards the gun he bought earlier for a second, but then he realizes that, oh, it's just the dragon.

...he just thought that. His life is weird.]

Hey there. [don't mind him, he's just a little cautious]

[hasteeth]

[ Don't worry, Toothless is kind of cautions of you, too.

Clambering across the coffee table to the couch. He sits, kind of like a dog. Hopefully this doesn't break the couch.

Okay, this human seems safe so far. Doesn't look much like a viking, though. ]

[demonhunting]

[It's a little adorable, actually, though the couch is straining under the dragon's weight. Still, Sam's a little wary, so it's a moment before he approaches, free hand reaching out.]

Hey, uh, why don't you sit on the floor instead?

[hasteeth]

[ After a long moment of staring at Sam's hand intently, he jumps off the couch and sits on the floor.

The couch was lame anyway. ]