*waves USA dragon flag *
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lavandarlizard2*the one with the alternating red and white dragons and the 50 golden toads crouched on a blue lily pad* ^___^ What can I say; they wanted to participate. And the gold dragon clutching the flag in one set of claws and clinging to the flagpole with the other set has been practicing for weeks. ^.o
Short part this time... The hamsters and bunnies got up off their furry rumps and started scribbling - finally! I just wasn't up to collecting more than this. O.O I worked three days this week and like to have died by last night. >.< My back is just not up to eight hours of being both vertical and slumpng over a too-low work space. I could literally feel my discs compressing and the vertebrae grinding together. =p Not to mention the heat-induced nausea. >_> Getting old and feeble. One of these days I'll be nesting in a cheap, state-run hellhole of a nursing home being abused by underpaid attendants. >.< Yip-fucking-pee.
PSA: And that, children, is why you want to start planning in your 20s for your eventual retirement. Do not end up like me. O.o End PSA.
“So,” began Duo when the last of his bacon had been run to earth and consumed. “Where is the theme-park-to-be?”
Heero rested his chin on his hand watching the Banshee make short work of the buffet breakfast. Utterly amazing how much the lean creature could eat and still maintain that svelte form. Most Magical Creatures had self-regulating systems and were unlikely to ever get “fat” as some Humans did, but it was still… remarkable. And it reminded him of their first meeting, not that long ago. Great Dragons… He had to be the luckiest Wyvern in history, to have found such a mate. Well… *potential* mate, he reminded himself with a mental poke. Duo hadn’t said “yes” yet; not freely. And he wasn’t going to chance screwing up something this important just because he *wanted* so much.
Duo’s question shook him out of his dreamy reverie. Ctik. Right. Rescue the idiot vampire.
“The house is in upstate New York.” He produced a map from his other space and laid it out on the table to show the Banshee. “It’s located in this area,” he said pointing to a spot just west of the Vermont line and barely south of Canada. Duo shivered.
“Wow. Cold country.”
“Not at the moment,” Heero muttered. “I hate mosquitoes.” He pulled out his cellphone to call the port room while Duo expanded the relevant portion of the map.
“This looks really… rural. Lots of woods… fields… Wonder what they grow way up there?”
Heero finished his phone call first, then shrugged. “I am not sure. I know the property was originally very large. The family farmed in the early days, but that was almost 300 years ago. I believe there may have been orchards until recently. Miles is some sort of consultant, I think. He works down in the city.” He cocked his head questioningly at Duo’s grin. “What?”
“Oh, nothing. Just… you seem to know an awful lot about someone you profess to not be crazy about.”
Heero raised one eyebrow. “’Keep your friends close and your enemies closer.’”
“Riiiight,” snickered the Banshee. “When do we leave?”
“Ten minutes. Our port will meet us outside.” He stood up and tucked the map away. “Shall we?”
Short part this time... The hamsters and bunnies got up off their furry rumps and started scribbling - finally! I just wasn't up to collecting more than this. O.O I worked three days this week and like to have died by last night. >.< My back is just not up to eight hours of being both vertical and slumpng over a too-low work space. I could literally feel my discs compressing and the vertebrae grinding together. =p Not to mention the heat-induced nausea. >_> Getting old and feeble. One of these days I'll be nesting in a cheap, state-run hellhole of a nursing home being abused by underpaid attendants. >.< Yip-fucking-pee.
PSA: And that, children, is why you want to start planning in your 20s for your eventual retirement. Do not end up like me. O.o End PSA.
“So,” began Duo when the last of his bacon had been run to earth and consumed. “Where is the theme-park-to-be?”
Heero rested his chin on his hand watching the Banshee make short work of the buffet breakfast. Utterly amazing how much the lean creature could eat and still maintain that svelte form. Most Magical Creatures had self-regulating systems and were unlikely to ever get “fat” as some Humans did, but it was still… remarkable. And it reminded him of their first meeting, not that long ago. Great Dragons… He had to be the luckiest Wyvern in history, to have found such a mate. Well… *potential* mate, he reminded himself with a mental poke. Duo hadn’t said “yes” yet; not freely. And he wasn’t going to chance screwing up something this important just because he *wanted* so much.
Duo’s question shook him out of his dreamy reverie. Ctik. Right. Rescue the idiot vampire.
“The house is in upstate New York.” He produced a map from his other space and laid it out on the table to show the Banshee. “It’s located in this area,” he said pointing to a spot just west of the Vermont line and barely south of Canada. Duo shivered.
“Wow. Cold country.”
“Not at the moment,” Heero muttered. “I hate mosquitoes.” He pulled out his cellphone to call the port room while Duo expanded the relevant portion of the map.
“This looks really… rural. Lots of woods… fields… Wonder what they grow way up there?”
Heero finished his phone call first, then shrugged. “I am not sure. I know the property was originally very large. The family farmed in the early days, but that was almost 300 years ago. I believe there may have been orchards until recently. Miles is some sort of consultant, I think. He works down in the city.” He cocked his head questioningly at Duo’s grin. “What?”
“Oh, nothing. Just… you seem to know an awful lot about someone you profess to not be crazy about.”
Heero raised one eyebrow. “’Keep your friends close and your enemies closer.’”
“Riiiight,” snickered the Banshee. “When do we leave?”
“Ten minutes. Our port will meet us outside.” He stood up and tucked the map away. “Shall we?”
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Date: 2008-07-04 10:29 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-07-05 03:17 am (UTC)I had to return library books today and fill the tank and just doing those two little things exhausted me. O.O I feel so... wombatish. >_>